Who can call themselves an artist and what is the art they've produced called? Of course a poet, a sculptor, a writer all count themselves among the ranks. A dancer maybe if they're trained in ballet, a crumper though? The lines get a little blurry. So I wonder am I an artist? Some weird person who writes random words online surely couldn't call themselves a writer. It must be worth something though I guess is the thought I keep coming back to. All the thrashing and wriggling that we all do before we're forced by time to give it a rest...it must be worth something. It must be of note too that not everyone feels the need to thrash or wriggle in the same way though patterns do emerge, again there are likely more ballerinas than pop lockers. If I feel a less common need, and I try to fulfill it, does that mean I'm doing something thats akin to art? Murderers would rejoice to hear haha, 'behold a man' and all that.
Is the worth of the artist in the worth that an onlooker gets out of observing resultants of that thrashing? Likely no, as it's been seen on many occasion how the results are only appreciated after that person is already gone. It's seen often enough to make you wonder if dying has anything to do with it. Maybe I can just spend my life doing whatever it is I think I'm doing now, and then in a half centuries time someone will stumble upon something I've written and I'll be widely acclaimed as a not piece of shit at least. Here's hoping.
I don't really hope for it though and I guess those guys probably didn't either. It seems it's about a part of yourself being in public that should not be, and that part being brave enough to tell a secret to your public part. People resonating with the secret is just a coincidence if you're lucky. That is if i'm an artist, I wonder if those other guys called themselves one?