I pronounce image II and I confess
I spoke out against art that make an act of mere exercise futile and pragmatic, of those who prostitute their creativity to do things to please the masses and seek one another praise or applause; of which spoken words or images or sounds plasmas to be politically correct for academics or anything else that represents some power, or else to waver in their beliefs and ideals for fame or trying to be best sellers; of seeking the limelight from any account without making things just a commitment to culture and ideals of those who use the power of his words to seduce sentient beings to satiate their carnal instincts them go at it without any trace of love or soul so clearly agreed between the parties, of which regionalize and nationalize orthodox art and identity settled a sublime and questionable provisions, of those who use the power of reach of the Internet and professional contacts to carry personal attacks out, of those who make small distance of this island an excuse for not attending events where people are hungry for culture of people to attend an event must make them almost homage and VIP invitations to be included in a special way of press releases and have taken literally the idea of \u200b\u200bthe writer (or artist) as a small god who cut the spaces for art in the media communication and negatively criticizing the few people who give the battle in the few spaces left, of those who defame and make up everything he could to achieve personal role in collective movements, of which arm of his titles to advance their creative personal causes her back to their peers and not using it to help others with great potential and commitment, of those who create works of great intensity, passion, emotion, commitment and sensitivity and in their personal lives and everyday are the total antagonism of his artistic creations of colonized living in constant awareness insularity as if they were a nation with legs in pure capitalism ideological and existential; of which are regarded as a paradigm for creative and personally criticize other artists, from those who use their creativity to hurt others, to subjugate others to besmirch others by the mere fact of being superior, of doing things do not go with their personalities for the mere made to steal some applause or comments that flatters to feed his ego, of having a broken memory, deny their teachers and are more in the small of life gossip the same as in the trace techniques and ways to play with the language have left in them, those who have forgotten the first principle of art is the expression in a game between the intellect and heart and that our creativity has so intrinsic a social commitment to those who live by boasting, flattery, self-proclamation as the end of the night sleep with the same loneliness and emptiness, footprint necessary that we all of us art but that does not hurt or pain when working with commitment and no hidden agendas.
I spoke out against these things and others that escape me. Undoubtedly confess and discussions, which in recent years I have sinned in some of them, but in consciousness taking them I have been learning not to fall, to those who have been victims, my apologies. I confess learner of life and still have far to go. I confess I sometimes ignorant and naive others. I confess to wandering and variation, but constant in the deep. I confess artist, total art after all is a conviction that free and freedom that sentence.
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