As an artist, I am in the practice of displacing truths. Not hiding them. More like scattering them into loads of lies. Because truth, old capital t truer than true truths will ring true and shine bright in every amount of darkness.
It's when we become inundated with the truth that it loses its power. "I love you" loses its meaning from mother to son and lover to lover when it's said far too often.
And a truth is all the more refreshing after a dose of lies.
All great artist are great liars.
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