ART AS A MEANING
extracted from Jean Dubuffet "L’art brut préféré aux arts culturels", Galerie René Drouin, Paris, 1949.
By this [Art Brut] we mean pieces of work executed by people untouched by artistic culture, in which therefore mimicry, contrary to what happens in intellectuals, plays little or no part, so that their authors draw everything (subjects, choice of materials employed, means of transposition, rhythms, ways of writing, etc.) from their own depths and not from clichés of classical art or art that is fashionable. Here we are witnessing an artistic operation that is completely pure, raw, reinvented in all its phases by its author, based solely on his own impulses. Art, therefore, in which is manifested the sole function of invention, and not those, constantly seen in cultural art, of the chameleon and the monkey.
Art has always been a huge part of my life, in every medium and form. People used to ask me why I chose to study art in college; "What are you going to possibly do once you graduate?" I always would say, "Oh there are a lot of things I can do".. and I would leave it at that. In other words, f*ck you politely. You can succeed at anything you put your wholehearted efforts into, I truly believe that. If you really think about it, success is measured in happiness. I always knew I would do something I loved because what on earth are we here for anyways? Art is fulfilling; a creative, curated mess in our minds; it is something that is in constant transformation. My life is centered around art. Fashion is art, love is art, the human body, sex, music, an early morning commute; everything is art to an artist.