Monday, October 26, 2009

Narcissus-X Contemplates a Century Passed

Decorative decoupage, Aubrey's sinuous lines. A century later, Gesamtkunstwerk's a gesundheit. Ardent efforts.

Mass production for masses. Massive mediocrity.

Abide intricate inadequacies of industrialized crafts Narcissus-X will not. For Narcissus-X is the fine, the pure, the clean, the dark: for in secret necrosis of millwork grows elusive, illusive, fungoid shapes of crystalline wonder.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Narcissus-X Contemplates Bleakly Banal Bandwagons

Bleakly banal bandwagons beckon. How easily Narcissus-X could step, step, step, step up to the side: climb in and be carted away. Lovely lucre.

But no! Narcissus-X is artist. Not for Narcissus-X the tawdry trappings of crass commercialism. To be constrained? To be directed? To daub and draft and draw in dreary, dismal, debilitating drudgery? No!

Narcissus-X is artist. Narcissus-X creates. Narcissus-X perceives, ponders, weaves dark threads among the gray.

Narcissus-X, paid for putting paltry pablum before the masses? Ha! No such demeaning insult will Narcissus-X heap upon Narcissus-X. For Narcissus-X is artist. And art must be sustained.

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