I have a desire. A desire to make an artwork out of my own life. It lives in me always since my very early childhood. It’s like a fever, a real inspiration. Still I never know which brush or which color to use. I try all of them: writing, painting, filming. But it doesn’t work the way I want it to, so I get frustrated. And then I start to realize, what if the life itself should be the way of an expression. You know, we live in this weird time when new kinds of art appear every day because of technical progress and - well – evolution. What if it’s time to officially start a new kind of art. Life. Could be a real conceptual underground! Think about it.
You wouldn’t have to do anything but live. Everything you do would be a part of the picture you’re presenting to the world. You yourself would be an artwork and all the people around you would be an audience. All of them. Family and friends, lovers and enemies, people on the subway and in the street. Well, actually God is the audience too if you believe in it. No rules except if you want them. Just a free creation. Art can be beautiful or tragic, funny or provocative - you’re the boss, it’s your call. Seems easy. But… then you’d need to live it like you mean it! You couldn’t say, I’ll write this book/finish this job/get a rest then live. You’d have to do all these things and your living at the same time, every single moment, passionately like a film director on the set. To live your life… doesn’t look so easy now, does it?
But I say do it. You’re already doing it after all.
And as for me, I think I’m gonna stick with this for now. I can still write and film of course… but only as long as I remember that cleaning at home and watching carefully a fly on the wall is as much important and artful as any other great deed.
