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Sometimes I really hate artists--

So last night I met a group of 4 girls when I was in Lake Worth. Three of them were 'artists'. We got to talking, and to my grave disappointment I found that they really had nothing intelligent to say about their work...or in general. They did a great job, though, of building up this somewhat cookie-cut stereotype of the deep/creative mind. It didn't really work for me.

I could appreciate what they had to say, and I thought they were awesome people, I had a really great time; but that part of the conversation still left something to be desired.

There was something I found interesting. One of the girls, Angie, was telling me about how her work is derivitave exclusively of specific experiences, sometimes things that seem completely insignificant. It isn't abstract or generalized, which I find to be somewhat of a problem with my work (and something I can't seem to get rid of.)
Small moments can have a great power over us. Her work seems to be intimate and genuine, at least from how she described it. She was, I think, the only one with anything remotely genuine to say.

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