Bad Art

I experience other people’s bad art with a sense of dizziness and nausea. If they are so oblivious regarding the badness of their art, why am I not also oblivious about my own very possibly bad art? A vortex opens under me, spinning with the all of the hypnotic force of my own ignorance.  

Previous
Previous

The Judgment (1913) Franz Kafka

Next
Next

Autophagy