azahru posted some ques­tions in her journal and des­pite my ill­ness I decided to hazard answer­ing them:

I’m sick as a dog, so these answers brought to you by Fever 38.6 degrees but nonetheless…

Ques­tion: Why the fuck should anyone care about art?

Because without art we die. If life was merely mech­an­ical we would die of soul-ache. Art is our reflec­tion on the world. Art is our valve for the pain. Art is a means to cel­eb­rate the beauty. Art can uplift and inform and weasel into the con­scious­ness of people who oth­er­wise would turn a blind eye to another’s suf­fer­ing. Because some­times stat­ist­ics are too hard to bear, but a paint­ing can make you cry and care. Because even in the darkest, poorest, sad­dest place there is music and it matters.

Ques­tion: Why should anyone try to be an artist when there are so many wan­nabes already banging on the door and there are prob­ably more import­ant things you could be doing?

Because if you have talent, you should keep trying. Because there can never be too much art (see above). Because if you’re someone who thinks there are “more import­ant things to do” then the art you want to make is prob­ably import­ant too. Because you can do those things as well. Because most people don’t do *either* the art *or* the import­ant things, so if you’re doing one of them, you’re doing good.

Ques­tion: If you answered that you should care or try why should I listen to you given you’re prob­ably an artist trying to jus­tify their own existence?

No, I’m not, actu­ally. I’m an appre­ciater of art. I’m someone who hopes one day to put on an art fest­ival and have artists around who make polit­ical art to fill it with, so yes, I’m being self-serving here, but hope­fully, these answers stand for themselves.