Etchings from Someone Else: making art for art’s sake

I share these pieces as a man shares his secrets. Guarded. Ashamed. Giddy. Nervous. Embittered. Mendacious. Cowardly. Defiled. Homesick. Perfectly geared up for what comes next. When a man shares his art, he is sharing how he does not want to be seen.

I know that it is not good. I do not know what good is. I know that it is not sophisticated. I do not know what sophisticated is. I know that it is not professional. I do not know what professional is. All I know is what I know. I know that I need to know. I know that I know nothing. I know that art is nothing. I know that we are nothing. I know that this world is nothing. I know that this universe is nothing. I know that God is nothing. I know that nothing has to be something. This art, if it is anything at all, it is something that knows that it is something to be known. It has no reason other than that. It will never hang on a wall. It will never become a t-shirt. It will never be worth anything. Thank God for that.

 

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Fault Lines 

 

 

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Blue Moon Shining

 

 

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Dragon Eyes

 

 

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All Knowing

 

 

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Hawking

 

 

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Cosmic Pizza

 

 

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St. Jerome

 

 

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Heart Fire

 

 

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Cosmic Pizza with Olives

 

 

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First Layer

 

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