Michaël Samyn, June 12, 2012
Making art about life experiences is like saying goodbye to existence. It was nice. Thank you. Bye.
You only need a tiny bit of real life experience, to have stuff to make art about for an entire life time. Which is a good thing. Since making art is a lot of work, and while you’re doing it, you’re not experiencing life.
Existence is so immensely rich. There’s always new ways to look at even the smallest aspects of it. New ways of loving it and celebrating it and being grateful for having known it.
So much so that simply going through life without art, almost feels like not living at all, like walking blindly from cradle to grave without noticing anything. It is through art, both creation and appreciation, that we can really start seeing reality. It’s an amusing contradiction, given how art, per definition, is not real itself.
Art gives us emotional glasses that allow us to feel things that would otherwise pass us by unnoticed. It is the artifice of art that shows us the depth of the real.