Thursday, February 5, 2009

this is extremely cliche

artists are often portrayed in a very stereotypical manner. When some people think of artists they imagine very moody people, dressed in black or just dark colors sitting in coffee shops sipping tea or coffee, sketching feverishly into a black bound book. Other people may think of artists as very outlandish people looking a little 'strange' outfitted with piercings and other crazy clothing choices like tattered dresses and shirts, looking a little dirty and unkempt. With both of those two ideas of an artist there comes a vision of what their home life may be like. It is easy to imagine them living in broken down little apartments or condos covered in peeling posters of indie musicians and artsy statues of naked people leaning purposefully skewed to one side of a corner of the room. The artists in these houses I envision having a room covered with piles and piles of papers overflowing from counters onto the floor interspersed with writing implements and painting supplies while simultaneously there can be seen incense burning and the artist himself standing in a corner, smoking a cigarette and looking out the window to the vast city spread out underneath him. This is not, by any means how artists actually are but it is how sometimes I imagine the stereotype of an artist.


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