To say that I have made nothing is humility. To say that I have made something is arrogance. To say that my art is not worth the time is untrue, and to say that my art is worth all the time is undoubtedly a lie. The truth is my art lies somewhere between the two: it is both deserving of praise and criticism. But to say that I made it for anyone other than myself, is the most heinous lie I can tell myself.
When I say that you made something of worth, of praise and my time, and you say that I should not see it as such, you’re too humble, for your art is better than mine. But when you compare your art to another’s and say: “my art is nothing.” Then where does my art lie? Amidst the rubble of nothings, the cast-aways of the forgottens and the lonesome of the lonely. So truly, your art can’t be nothing. My art can’t be nothing.