Interesting post on Conscientious: Consuming vs Experiencing Art

Some initial thoughts:
- If you are to compare my drawings from my university days and the ones I have now, there is a rather high probability that you would think them quite similar. Black ink on paper/card, colourless; repetitive lines and patterns etc. I wouldn’t know how to convince you otherwise, and you probably wouldn’t want to be, anyway. But I do see differences between my past and current drawings, and though I am obviously writing from a very biased perspective, I know that they are changes significant enough for me to want to continue what I am doing, and to want to find out what comes after, or what might or might not. It is hard to pinpoint when enough is enough, but I do think that the “end” often does come naturally and moving on to other subject matter/media/etc should ultimately not arise from a “I-have-to” situation, but more from a curiosity / interest.

- This might be slightly irrelevant, but his thoughts on Sigur Rós had me thinking a little about this band I used to love. I still like them, but excitement about new music is a lot more muted than what it used to be. It isn’t because the band has gotten any worse; they are probably still a very good band. A more accurate reason is probably that we have both “progressed” in different ways. I liked them because at that time, their music was relevant and their lyrics rang true, but it is as though that even as we met at that point, we had immediately started to diverge. Lives go on, and we write about someone else and travel to someplace else, and in time, what had resonated ceased to matter much. Well, this would be a little ironic, if I can articulate it nicely, but it seems like I can’t so I won’t.