May 22, 2012

I Don't Have Time for Art

OK, so I don't really hate art. But this was my first reaction after listening to that damn Spoleto promo on SCETV radio for the 100th time. Because sometimes I just cannot bring myself to care about art and culture and things like that. I have deadlines to meet. I have a messy house and kids to feed and laundry to do and my roots are over an inch long and the chances of making it to the salon this week aren't looking good.

With all the crap going on in my life, with all the crap going on in the world around me, I don't have time for dull, fussy art. I don't have time to spend a week gadding about Charleston to drink in the cultural ambiance. If art wants a piece of my attention, it needs to get up in my face and demand it.

Art has its place. I even believe that art is an essential part of what makes life worth living. But just because it's important, doesn't mean I can sacrifice everything else to make time for it. Art is just going to have to come to me, because I can't spare the time and energy to go find it.

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