artists are the penultimate whores

Their every thought, their every tear, aesthetically repackaged for public consumption. Perhaps that's why I love animals, they don't repackage. That's not to say it's not difficult to be an artist. It takes a certain dumb bravery to commit to one brush stroke or flick of a pen over another. Even configuring a blog is a slog, entailing too many choices, Geneva font or Ariel, an underlined or bold trackback. Each choice then public, ripe for ridicule or indifference.link