A common descriptor for artists you enjoy.
Of course they didn’t actually speak to you, but what you’re saying is that you saw yourself in their work.
“her work spoke to me”
“His cadence and natural skill for observation, it speaks to me”.
And this phenomena,,, surpasses all variables of division.
So in this act, there is no woman or man, there are no white and black people, there is no gay or straight, there is no young and old…
Even more impressive…
And this is the one that made me sit down and jot the thought..
There is no alive and dead.
Meaning, you can wrap yourself in someone’s work, you can see yourself in it and you can identify..
You can relate..
Long after they’re dead..
And THAT… Is something that no other animal possesses..
(elephants pick up the bones of their dead and to lament )
It’s not the same..
It’s not the fuckin same..
That elephant didn’t leave behind work..
It only left genetics..
That’s the only thing it contributed..
But an artist..
They can live forever..
(if they’re worth a fuck)
Oh for sure..
Absolutely..
And we all walk around thinking we’re something.. To some degree or another..
I just think it’s interesting.
To hear someone say the phrase
“they speak to me“
Not with mouth and ears.
With experience and perspective…
Super interesting
(end on a bummer…)
No prob…
“what does it matter?”
There.
You’re welcome 🫡
(home run 🤣)
It’s a human thing to misjudge our talents…
I hold no delusion in regard to present a bummer..
I got that shit on lock..
Got that shit in spades…
dusk 