Art is escapism

And art I make is more escapism than art someone else makes.
When I make a piece and I look at I see what I was thinking at the time. When I look at what someone else has done I am forced to insert something of myself into it.
Most times it’s very benign but occasionally I’ll put in something that I didn’t want to think about, sometimes this can be very unpleasant and even painful. Leading to events such as depression, mania, regret, binge drinking, a night of solace, stendal syndrome [link] , to name a few…
When I make a piece it’s escapism also because I’m not allowing my brain to wander off into the dark corners of itself, I’m confining it to this one thing. When I’m done that thing now exist somewhere other than in my head alone and I can stop thinking about it. Like now I’m writing this so I don’t have to think….
There are several forms of escapism, which we will go over in future lessons.