If art’s only pleasure is the pleasure of freedom, is it art then. when you lay in sun?
The sun warms up my body gets in my structure, and my brain while it appropriates stuff from the internet.
Internet defines gestures of my body, moving fingers, fantasies and their materialization in Deja-vus.
Deja-vus send dreams in an occult space: There are no artists who own the floating delusions orbiting in the gray hole of authorship.
One police officer confiscated the gestures I stole from the internet. They came back to my body later, reincarnated in a vision.
I was in the middle of a street full of water. There was something floating on the surface, a window glass, and over it some blueish, cracked pieces of glass. And over the blue ones, there were many pink acrylic diamonds arranged in rows. A beautiful art installation, i tried to take it home, but it slipped through my fingers.
Dreams can sometimes make people think about their art or give them a sense of inspiration. Just like art, our brain creates dreams from a grid of experiences and images while processing information. And what is someone's art, other than the mutation and appropriation of information and ideas, and as a way of processing them a poetic manner?
One artist writes about dreams as instructions of creating an artwork; the second artist makes a piece based on that. Which artist owns the dreams and which artist owns the piece? The first artist probably owns the dreams, but the mere intention of the instructions will interfere with the dream itself. And what if the artist dreams about a recently seen artwork? Who owns the art: the first artist, the second artist or the artist, which the first artist dreamed of? None of the artists owns even their dreams.