Your works no matter if you're talented or not well liked or not marketable or not. It all goes into a dumpster
or an attic or some box in a basement somewhere
for decades or even centuries,...
'then' it's mostly tossed into a dumpster.
So do it for the fun of it for the present, and for a few friends.
The great works all survived by accident,
and the artists mostly died unknown, and poor.
So many masters of so many mediums will never be known.
At least not by the rest of us.
The saving grace is that they were known by the artist
that brought them into the world,
and the few pals she or he may have had.
Then these are thrown into the dumpster
to fertilized the wounded earth.
2 comments:
The aforementioned Fernando Vallejo, when asked what he thought would be the ultimate destiny of his books, replied: “the same as mine: oblivion.”
Z
Pretty much.
I went through this thing of editing my crap all that,...finding ways to save it.
Ya know 30+ years of recordings of my radio life piles of art crap writings,...who cares.
What for?
Fuck it.
It was fun while it was going on. That's enough.
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