The escape hatch to this ghastly affair is to stop thinking about art in terms of notoriety or commercial value, or the product of a profession. Art as commodit

The escape hatch to this ghastly affair is to stop thinking about art in terms of notoriety or commercial value, or the product of a profession. Art as commodity is a depressing concept, I agree. Art as social status is, too. A lot of things are depressing when they are forced to fit our Procrustean socioeconomic institutions. I believe that if one thinks about art in a deeply personal way, everyone has the spark of an artist and everything they do can be artful. With art everywhere, art feels far more alive. I believe that art is the humanness left behind in an artifact by its creator that has no significance except that a human being put it there. Objects that have no meaning except that a human being made them feel powerful. They are human subjectivity rendered tangible. To bear one is to bear something deeply strange and wholly familiar.