been thinking a lot about art. the making of it. the selling of it. the commodification and catharsis of it. how you can do it and never post it. how you should work traditionally to feel that physical inertia bear fruit. how you should draw for other people and yourself because it does something.

those things are nice. but the gift economy keeps us sane. art is good even when it feels like a tree falling in a forest with no one around to hear it or see it fall. you should hone your craft because it feels good. because it scratches an itch. because it makes you feel something. anything.