That’s the absurd paradox of thinking that everything is pointless. It masks a feeling that nothing is pointless, that everything is too weighty and heavy and gigantic to bear, and that color and darkness and weight MUST find a way into your life, and be processed, and be celebrated, for anything to feel worthy of your efforts. You want to make art that is big enough to capture the universe inside you that you’ve been denying for so many years. You want to make art that embodies all of the feelings you buried so deep that you believed they amounted to a flat, empty riddle that asks “What’s the point?” I think while you're on this earth it's maybe nice to try to move people, in any way.
