{"id":1746,"date":"2012-07-17T20:43:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-17T18:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/?p=1746"},"modified":"2012-07-17T20:34:38","modified_gmt":"2012-07-17T18:34:38","slug":"the-last-art-game","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/the-last-art-game\/","title":{"rendered":"The last art game."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I think <em>Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9<\/em> wil be the last art game I will make. I&#8217;m kind of sick of being an artist. And <em>Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9<\/em> has offered me sufficient opportunity for narcissism. I think I can do without for a while now. Maybe for the rest of my life.<\/p>\n<p>I feel that with <em>Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9<\/em> I will have said all I have to say as an artist. I&#8217;m very happy to have this opportunity. But after this I will be empty.<\/p>\n<p>I will not stop creating. I have many plans. But I want to make things for other people now, not for myself or for how I think people <em>should<\/em> be. In a way this is far scarier than making art. If people don&#8217;t like your art, you can always think that they don&#8217;t get it or that it&#8217;s not to their taste or that it&#8217;s simply art for a small elite. As an artist you can afford to be mean spirited and contrary.<\/p>\n<p>But if you make things for people, with the express purpose that they would enjoy them, if you try to give people beauty and <em>then<\/em> they reject your work. Ouch! That must hurt. I hope it doesn&#8217;t happen to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I think Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 wil be the last art game I will make. I&#8217;m kind of sick of being an artist. And Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 has offered me sufficient opportunity for narcissism. I think I can do without for a while now. Maybe for the rest of my life. I feel that with Bient\u00f4t l&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1746","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1746","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1746"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1746\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1774,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1746\/revisions\/1774"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1746"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1746"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/bientotlete\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1746"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}