Fragments Chapter 17 Page 10

a language specific to the artist, is the painting of red squares or the seemingly chaotic flinging of limbs in dance, any more or any less artistic than me “allowing” an individually measured, 50 calibre hollow point, to glide over 800 meters of dead ground in high winds to hit a target? Isn’t that precision? Isn’t that art? It certainly feels like it to me.

That round was born to fly and in that moment the controls that restricted it from its true purpose where simply - released.

Just because most people don’t understand my particular “language” of expression doesn’t take away from the fact that it is an expression. A form of art.

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