Saturday Dec 03, 2005
A Waxed Apple
What one culture, or an era calls music another might dismiss as noise.
What one culture, or an era calls art another might dismiss as absurd, ludicrous or, worse yet, trivial.
Compounding the confusion and dogma inherent within these variables is the identity of art itself, which evolves organically over time into new forms by its creators.
Many artists, too eager to appease the marketplace, force the issue by trying to be different, to come up with something new to feed the insatiable monster known as: the next big thing.
This self-induced inorganic pressure to perform, while perhaps publicly and even critically accepted, is a waxed apple—all veneer, dry inside, and of no nutrient value—as the true artist will tell you.»