Friday, 8 April 2016
1997: Primary school
I'm eleven. We are writing poetry. I wrote this:
It should have five verses. The final verse being about death, decay and how cold, dark, and lifeless, the fly felt after I smashed it into the living room wall with a rolled up community newspaper.
When I wrote this, the first time - in school, I didn't understand it.
By the time I was eight I was convinced there was no God. I knew there couldn't be. Nothing made sense about the bible. Even metaphorically it doesn't work. Unless metaphor means: "Something else completely."
Speaking of theology. The first verse is about Intelligent Design.
Art is the exploration of, and subsequent recording of the subconscious in whatever medium chosen. Language, Drawing, Painting, Sculpting, Photography, Film making, VIDEO GAMES.
Art is still not properly valued, recognised, or understood in society.