a book a might write in another life

the artist who fell in love with his art

it’s messy, but beautiful - what if our lives are art for a future reality? A set of skills, mile stones, personality traits, delicately carved into precise lifelines.

People, who watch our lives through galleries and museums, contests and awards, reveling in the destruction and beauty and chaos.

One artist, the greatest artist, who does what no one has done, and creates a human that knows the world around her is not real - yes others have done this before, but not as he did. The other humans have ended up in asylums, or witch trials, or drowning in their self-made chaos. But not his human. See, he creates a human who knows, but does not care, who revels in the art along with the viewer. Who sees the majesty in the destruction, the comedic effects carefully sown in the seems, who laughs and shakes her head at the outlandish events (that are the defining style of the era’s movement right now).

Who knows just enough, but is still just art, trapped in the frame.

It’s a masterpiece. His greatest work yet.