Artist depicts self on multitude of drugs
I don’t know why, but something about artists under the influence of drugs really amazes me. Perhaps because my own efforts are so difficult and contorted, whereas others’ seem to occupy such a broad range of expression. Or perhaps regardless of my own attempts, I’m in simple awe really of the diversity and uniqueness that so often seems to result. It’s like it’s not so much the communication (process itself) that breaks down but the barriers that usually shape or manipulate said communication.
And I can’t decide if that’s a good thing—in any field outside of art, that is.
Film.
