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"And Peter said, 'Just fucking paint.'
They were supposed to be above representational art.
Making prety pictures. They were supposed to learn visual
sarcasm. Misty said they were paying too much tuition not to
practice the techniques of effective irony. She said a pretty pic-
ture didn't teach the world anything.
And Peter said 'We're not old enough to buy beer, what
are we supposed to teach the world?' There on his back in
their nest of weeds, one arm behind his head, Peter said, 'All
the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.'
....His tounge stained green, he said, 'I bet if you
painted whats in your heart, it could hang in a museum.'
What was in her heart, Misty said, was pretty much silly
crap.
And Peter just looked at her. He said, "So what's the point
of painting anything you dont love?"
What she loved, Misty told him, would never sell. People
wouldn't buy it.
And Peter said, 'Mabye you'd be surprised.'
This was Peter's theory of self-expression. The paradox of
being a professional artist. How we spend our lives trying to
express ourselves well, but we have nothing to tell. We want
creativity to be a system of cause and effect. Results. Market-
able product. We want dedication and disipline to equil
recognition and reward. We get on our art school treadmill,
our graduate program for a master's in fine arts, and practice,
practice, practice. With all out excilent skills, we have noth-
ing special to document. According to Peter, nothing pisses us
off more than when some strung-out drug addict, a lazy bum,
or a slobbering pervert creates a masterpeice. As if by accident.
Some idiot who's not afriad to say what they really love."
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