« Black coffee and creative thoughts | Main | Walking naked through a supermarket »
November 27, 2005
Selling the fuckers
And it is while sitting in cafes, pondering the uncertainties of a chaotic universe, that I come up with things like this:
"Selling work isn’t just about the money [though that helps obviously], it is about VALUE. That someone wants to listen to me, to look at the personal marks I make, and part with their hard-earned cash for the privilege. It is an honour to sell a piece of work.
I can sell the impersonal marks, the fruit, the dancers, and that’s good, but it doesn’t mean as much as selling the personal marks, the big figures.
If I can throw some light into the dark and murky corners of this concatenation of puzzling events. If I can maybe find something that expresses the terrifying feelings of our fleeting, feeble and fragile existence. Something about how it feels to stand alone. If I can show you how I feel and you can see that you feel something similar then we are somehow not quite so fucking lonely."
Posted by john at November 27, 2005 09:02 PM