Hypocrisy
by tns
Things tend to get complicated when they have no where else to go. I try to take my days one at a time and I try not to put too much or too little in everything. Alas, I am still working out the kinks in distinguishing that line between too much and too little. I guess you could say its unfortunate to find my investments all set up for failure but somehow I’m convinced this could be the reoccurring theme in my life. Call it being a pessimist but I guess I just don’t have a knack for this kind of thing these days. Appreciation takes on various forms and sometimes I think people are just blowing wind up our skirts to kind of get past the real issue here.
I’m not very educated or a very interesting person but sometimes it seems like all people ever want are stories of amazing and or interesting things constantly as if I’m in front of board trying to prove my existence. I mean, what does it all mean anyway? Is our existence purely decided on our bodies of work or whether or not I scored a big deal with a client to do whatever-the-fuck? Forget just enjoying moments. If we’re not moving, its not worth speaking of. If we’re not on our way into the limelight, we might as well be dead to everyone else.
Maybe I’m talking nonsense but it always seems like its the same shallow persona hidden within this hypocritical ideal of being a real person with real honest feelings. Art shows, dance clubs, fashion shows. We’re not here to actually believe in any of it, we’re just talking about it as if it were a movement we want to be apart of. Art pieces comprised of tiny icons which are put together to resemble a pair of Chuck Taylor’s being sold for a thousand or so dollars and its about hypocrisy.
If he wanted to convey hypocrisy in his art, he could’ve just setup the entire place full of mirrors.
How much could I sell that for?