I often find myself becoming too intellectual about art. There is a tendency to do so due to ever increasing needs in the marketplace to stand out. I find it all interesting, but after a while, I come back to my own esoteric, mystical, psychopomp view of the creative process.
No matter how we try to use science to decipher the creative process, we end up trying to remove the proverbial needle in the haystack. At its core, the creative process in whatever form is a mysterious reality that lies beyond the total ability of human consciousness to understand it. If that were not so, there would be no conscious evolution of sorts. I think that is the one thing that keeps people going, that they have this Darwinian view of all things and in doing so, believe they are making progress.
However, this is all becoming rote and hackneyed. I find most contemporary art, even mine at times, to be very trite. It just feels stupid and inane. Not to mention, if you go to galleries and exhibitions in New York, the pile of $hiT that presents itself as the so called avant garde.
Well, I can complain if I want and there are many souls who would claim that I have sour grapes, but whatever, I might be dead in the near future, so I don't give a F%@k.
