Art: The Hammer of Reality from SamaelSwine's blog

When I broke screaming and slime covered from my mother's body I was given the objective, limited, law governed world. As I grew and my senses matured was given art. Art is a tool to reshape the world. 

It is ironic that so much art is about pathos, heartache, and overall tension and conflict, when it could be about happiness and wonder. But that doesn't tickle my brain in the appropriate way that feels like reality has shifted beneath me. Whether it is music, poetry, film, music, or visual art, I need blood pressure raising drama. I don't want to see or experience faithful representations of life. If I wanted that, I would go outside. 

Consuming art is an easy way of changing my world, of altering the fundamental fabric of reality. Reality is subjective after all, and so is art. When I consume art I take part in the artists creation; with that artist I create a new world that only exists in the liminal space between My mind and the artists mind and is mediated by the piece of art in question. And each time I do so, a unique world is created will exist in only one place and one time.

With the arrogance that only a magician can have I look at the universe and think, "I can do better." Each time I engage in the creative process, I take a hammer to the limited reality that I was born into, and shape something in my own image with the leftover shards.