Dracula does not respond. He is too busy pissing.

I don’t know who I’m sending this to. But I think about you all the time. In the back of my mind. I know a lot about you. Does that mean you know about me, too? Or are you just glowing brightly in way that I don’t understand? Is anyone else seeing this? Do you get messages like this all the time? Are you aware of how much you loom in the heart of someone you haven’t met? What am I expecting; I don’t even know. This is really awkward. Sorry for doing this. It must really be hard. No, I can’t really know that. This is delusional of me. I’m going to make it stop, because if I don’t, I’m going to come to hate you, because I’m already so frustrated I’m nothing like you. I need to understand why I tear myself apart thinking of you. I’m not going to send this. I don’t know how to send this, and I hope you never read it.

like…. he seemed like a pretty decent kid early on???  just,,, really into 4D chess lmao

Wilson's Plover (Anarhynchus wilsonia), chicks, family Charadriidae, order Charadriiformes, FL, USA

Sora: yeah whatever. i don’t feel shit.

Sora 5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw Luxord standing on that roof

I say this as someone who sells pottery, and many people who see my art assume I am using art as an outlet to “express myself.”

I am not.

I use art to challenge myself. A lot of what I do is the equivalent of doing a hard sudoko or a half marathon, answering the question of “can I do this?”

I use art to question things and explore ideas. Finding physical synthesis between concepts and working out a design to its end state.

I use art to make money. I make some things just because I suspect they’ll sell well, and I keep making them when they do.

This idea that an artist is “putting themselves out there” every time they create is not only stupid, but harmful, and it kills critique and analysis.

Yes every creative work is influenced by its creator, but the most preliminary step of analysis is to define the purpose of a work of art (functional, narrative, entertainment, persuasive, decorative, ceremonial, etc.) and a vanishingly small percentage of that is self-expression. Even then, it’s generally tied to the self’s relationship with something else—perception, society, etc.

It’s very tiresome to have people assume they know you because they like (or dislike) your art, to make assumptions about who you are and how you approach the world. It’s nothing new— people called the Impressionists insane and the Fauvists degenerate. And now people are expected to hand out their identities and traumas to prove they have the right to explore certain subjects.