Imagine that you and I are lounging around in my front room, on a comfy imaginary suede sofa and finishing off a bottle of dry white wine. Imagine that it’s some other season than the dead of winter, or we would be huddled in misery over an electric underblanket rather than lounging.
My imaginary couch, though it would be a lighter color and not have Coco Chanel draped all over it
After looking around at all the half-finished paintings on my walls, you might ask me:
“Exiled” stars happen when a multiple star system gets too close to a black hole. When one of the stars gets sucked into the black hole, the gravitational pull on the other star(s) becomes so great that when the connection between the stars is finally severed from falling into the hole, it acts like a cosmic slingshot.
The other star or stars are catapulted away from the black hole…at such a velocity that they can escape the galaxy.
Those stars will wander in space until they eventually burn out.
My own experience has been almost the opposite: I always thought real life was my alternate existence. Reality was that tedious thing that had to be got through in order to spend a few hours or minutes living my true life.
Maybe growing up in a bitterly dysfunctional environment helped to shape that experience, though. I used my creative ability to escape. I still do.
Reality isn’t good enough for me.
Why do artists make art? Share your thoughts below.