Peculiar was my definition of art. Basically, the fact that I didn't have a definition was my definition. Art was ambiguous. Art was Billy's euphoric expression caused by our little visit to this small chunk of land. Art was the mud on my shoe - zoom in on the mud itself and art would be the molecules nestled closely to create such an obscure, unique mix of mud and water. My most criticized art was my love of consumerism. To most artists, the daily processed goods we, consumers, purchased on a daily basis were the antithesis of art. A common fallacy is consumerism kills art. I felt the opposite. This made me a freak. And this freak wanted to create what he wanted to create. And that's how I governed myself.
More of my idea.
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