I noticed this debate on the Internet for quite some time. What is art? People keep trying to figure it out. If writing is art, if not. How much money do you have to make to call yourself an artist? Or you have to have a certain amount of followers on social media, perhaps? Do you get a certificate from someone? Some proof of being an artist?
What is art exactly?
It’s all art. The way you dress, how you walk, how you talk. It’s all art. Poetry and philosophy and paintings and songs and movies and the soundtracks of those movies – sometimes even their reviews are art. Every joke ever made, every scribbled note, every photograph. All the fairy tales and the ballads and the legends.
It’s all art.
Architecture. City planning. A mathematical algorithm. A software program. A smartphone. The Internet.
The way the stars shine bright against the night sky. The sound of the rain. The smell of flowers on a summer afternoon.
This world, and everything in it.
It’s all art.
Every bit of beauty that was ever witnessed by another human being is art. Everything that ever made us forget ourselves in admiration, every little thing that took our breath away.
It’s been almost six years since I wrote Jazz. It took me two weeks to write. Listening to the same song over and over again, not bothering to eat days on end, I wrote it with nothing else in mind but to get it all out of my head. Like a dream. It was no longer safe behind my eyelids.
But then I got it published and… well… people have all sort of ideas about what it is and what it all means and stuff like that. This is what this post is about, actually.
Because there are some people who think Jazzis an unrequited love story. They say it with the same kind of sympathy one has for Romeo and Juliet. As if cynicism has evaporated from the universe and my main character is simply unlucky and unloved – as if there’s some sort of beauty to be found in this predicament. Continue reading →
Are you waiting for that time when “everything will fall into place?” When the economy will be better, when your situation will be better, when you’ll have different people around you? Are you wishing for a different kind of relationship, for a different you, for a different body, for a different career?
Are you thinking that there will be some day when you can rest? When there’s going to be comfort, when you’ll feel safe. When you’ll feel nothing but pride?
When all this pain and the stress and this suffering you’re going through will end? Continue reading →
When I was fifteen years old I came up with an idea for a novel. An immense dome-city at the South Pole. This was supposed to be the Big One. The masterpiece. The bestseller that would pave the road for fame and glory and stuff like that.
A Science-Fiction Thriller, the Dome being the catalyst for what happens. Why is it there? Defying common sense and much needed resources? What’s its purpose?
As it so happens with any controversial endeavor, there’s a group of people who try to find out what the hell is with this Dome. Thing is, they’re the good guys. At least, they’re not as good as we’d like them to be. They all have secrets and each and everyone of them has his own agenda.
But I do wonder… would you be able to hate the good guys?
Dome: Episode One is available as a free download: