#artthought

[dakartist]

Marcus Aurelius was a beautiful man. . #art #philosphy #artthought #artquote #beauty #beautiful #artist #marcusaurelius (at Bristol, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLBtCnAHKMc/?igshid=9v7dj12jpab

[lisangart]

09/11/2019 The last couple days were spent painting leaf veins and trunk shadows in between nursing visits. I love it I love it 🥰 I’m still getting regular lectures about not promoting myself enough though. Talking about myself, ugh what a drag! 😂 It is so nice when people care and are genuinely interested though. I’m actually starting to enjoy the lectures. People love to put the artist under the microscope, I guess I do the same. I love reading artist biographies, artist quotes and artist thoughts. Wow I’m such a hypocrite 🤨 Here’s me painting, mostly thinking about the sickest people on my route, trying to brush a little happiness back into the world. #wip #artthought #artlife #torontoartist #artprocess #artjournal #hypocrite #partsofpaintings #lifeasanartist #dailyroutines (at Grange Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2S1L7SgbbH/?igshid=ma1qad8ju82h

[dagodeiwos]

i was everyone now i’m left with my own hands and i shake and i wont do what’s set before me nothing knows really what every day is like for this one the horror stalks me the devil found me now I pray to God for something to release me but the real demon is myself I am left with these hands and sometimes all I can see is my own decay nothing knows what I have done and in this life maybe i’ll be passed over human with the rest I live in the fray between worlds and nothing knows this i’m talking to all your dead and here I am chained by my own desires my own lies maybe i’ll burn forever ‘fuck him fuck him you’re him you’re him you’re him” they cry like parasites and whisper “I don’t cry” but they they do and they don’t know what they’re doing killing a sick man I only pray someday justice will be done but maybe this is my justice to live tortured by spirits and my own goddamn twisted head I cry so much now and what cares? what really cares” most beings will pass over this and make their little judgments I don’t really care i’ll let me spew my bullshit now I am not what you perceive of me i am not what I perceive of me but who am I to judge I do the same fucking thing same fucking thing all day I scream nothing knows I let the world rip me apart and you’re all to blame but innocent in it all this is my life this is every day and I wake again tomorrow to face Mephisto again

[dagodeiwos]

shall i drown in the sea of hopelessness or shall I keep trying to unhand what  hands me life relentlessly in vain i don’t know if it matters anymore Did it ever

it’s what i do

it’s what i do

[shannonsartthought]

Art Thought: Romance

What has happened to the romance of life in art? It seems as I study more artists and see how the art world is moving today that people only want to see weird quirky deep meaning imagery.  What happened to the light touch of romance? As it been belittled by tumblr where poetic sorrow and longing and skinny love lives in abundance? Or did it die long ago when people stopped wanting the romantics of life and wanted the harsh reality?  Is art meaningless if it is simply about love? About wistful moments and the stars and beautiful words put together? Or is this an amateurs arena?  Perhaps I am just missing what romance is out there because I miss it too much.