i’ve been thinking about the relationship between purpose and beauty a lot lately. it seems i believe that the purpose of all good humans is to be beautiful and that if you’re not, you’re pointless.
yet, if you had’ve said that directly to me, i would have told you to get fucked.
i’m practicing the art of having purpose lately. not the kind of purpose that rationalises the bejesus out of everything, but the kind that counteracts the idea of beauty-as-value that rationalises the bejesus out of everything. and yes, i do see the irony of this situation, given that, as an artist, i’m supposed to be on beauty’s side.