Unfathomable Simple Complexities

I give them an interesting title. Absolutely I do. Both simple and complex. Dress them up. It’s a futile attempt at putting my true feelings down on paper.  I used to believe that my thoughts were so deep and original.

Haha, sometimes I wonder.

There is an argument today about whether true originality actually exists anymore or is all of today’s art (in all forms) merely copies of their predecessors? My take? Because there are still revolutionaries… still people who introduce radically new ideas in their respective fields, I believe that we have not reached our limits… and may never reach them.

My worst habit is probably that more often than not I compromise my feelings. Before they are “released” to society I dress them up.  Make them acceptable in the world’s eyes. It used to be where I would do this with not only my writing, but also with my artwork. Yet, if there’s one thing that art classes in college have taught me it’s that you are your biggest critic. All other audiences are less important.