My art...
...is not perfect
...is not amazing
...is not extraordinary
...is not spectacular.
But...
...I'm still an artist...
...and I'm sick...
...of not being known...
...because me, and my art...
...we're not perfect...
...and it makes me sick...
...that for someone to even comment on my art...
...I will have to be perfect.
And perfection is a twisted dream for people who have nothing better to do than pretend to be people as they hide in their shrivled human shaped shells.
...is not perfect
...is not amazing
...is not extraordinary
...is not spectacular.
But...
...I'm still an artist...
...and I'm sick...
...of not being known...
...because me, and my art...
...we're not perfect...
...and it makes me sick...
...that for someone to even comment on my art...
...I will have to be perfect.
And perfection is a twisted dream for people who have nothing better to do than pretend to be people as they hide in their shrivled human shaped shells.


