It’s crazy how life is so simplistic and complex at the same time. Even in it’s beauty.

Sometimes I ask myself if I prefer simplicity to the intricate (when it comes to art) and I can never really figure it out. I think Monet’s quick sketches are almost more beautiful than his water-lilies sometimes. And I can’t help but find the beauty in a simple line drawing on carbon, while I still can stand for an hour in front of a chaotic mixed media piece of pure color. As a person I crave intensity, but that’s also why I love simplistic pieces so much, it’s like an infusion of tranquility in my crazy, fucked up life.

Mehr. Whatever.