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In the last entry, my brother, Ben, asked me to choose my favorite five works of art, medium of my choice. I answered with my favorite grisly works of art, because I was playing off of his earlier suggestion of "FIVE DASTARDLY PEOPLE." (Woah, caps lock alert.)
But I think it is something to be revisited, because, when I think of art, I think of passion, and I am most frequently most impressed by the art of passionate people that you KNOW made art because they had no choice, out of a simply irrepressible neeed to create, to express themselves. Their work is usually never discovered until after they die, and when they go on, people find tucked away somewhere, a work so incredible and impressive that people have to stop and take notice. Since usually, these aren't rich or famous people, their work is sometimes passed over and forgotten, so they are doubly worthy of attention now:
Without further ado:
( Five outsider artworks of incredible life-consuming passion. )
But I think it is something to be revisited, because, when I think of art, I think of passion, and I am most frequently most impressed by the art of passionate people that you KNOW made art because they had no choice, out of a simply irrepressible neeed to create, to express themselves. Their work is usually never discovered until after they die, and when they go on, people find tucked away somewhere, a work so incredible and impressive that people have to stop and take notice. Since usually, these aren't rich or famous people, their work is sometimes passed over and forgotten, so they are doubly worthy of attention now:
Without further ado:
( Five outsider artworks of incredible life-consuming passion. )
