|What artist would ruin her art by telling anyone what it actually meant? It's as personal to me as it is to you...unless Maroon 5 discovers you on Flickr. Then it's as personal as Adam's agent says. Following interpretations not that of the artist! (Arkiharha/flickr)|
|The artist Arkiharha, Saara, writes in Finnish.|
|See. See me. Who do you really see?|
What it means to the artist is interesting, but what it means to the viewer is almost all that actually matters.
|I'm a fat American on the Web. I search startpage.com and kuh-ching. I find it! My dream dating site for seniors -- Carbon Dating. Ooh, look at these elder honeys. What should I write? Hi, my is Joe Blow, and I've got lots of cash... This is funnier than the Finnish version.|
|Cry or don't cry. It's better not to cry, crybaby.|
Is there any sense in the assertions of critics and passive lovers of art? I mean, what does "Pussy Riot" mean exactly? Nadia can explain, but people will think something else.
But in the end, it's the art that meets the eye, the beauty that beholds it more than the beauty beheld by the eye that counts.
|Despicable Me for all to see|
|I know! I'll become an "artist"! Then I can really live!|
|I saw a dead steer in the sun, worm oozing from its eye. I cried. My tears watered the desert. I took a death cross, set it in the sun, smoked, and let the worms win.|
|Girls night out! But I met a guy. It's every gal for herself! Look at the time. Where is she? Let's forget our pact and leave without her! You look different in the morning.|