The world is vast, beautiful, and fascinating, even awe-inspiring - but impersonal. It demands nothing of me, and allows me to demand nothing of it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
How you choose to present yourself to the world shows what's meaningful to you - and what you want others to think is meaningful to you.
I do take this insane pleasure in world-building. I get the world in my head, but I have to make sure everyone else gets it.
When I view the world, I don't think of my own work. I think of my hope that, through art, people can get a sense of the type of invisible fabric that holds us all together, that holds the world together.
The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.
This is my spiritual journey through life, my way of making sense of the world. I don't need permission from anyone or accolades from anyone; it is completely internal.
I see the world from a very specific perspective. It is how I grew up. It is what I am proud of, and I vocalize it. And for those who have not experienced my experience, it is odd, and it's not mainstream.
I'm enamored with the art world.
I want you, as a reader, to experience what I experience, to let that other world, that imaginary world that I have created, tell you things about the real world.
The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.
I can't bear living in this huge beautiful world and not try to imitate it as best I can.