Welcome to the Id of Alex.
Here you can enjoy the world of Alex the Great-est artist that Never Lived! You may laugh, you may cry, you may even learn something. Hopefully you will leave in a better mood than when you arrived. Enjoy.
Currently, Alex has ventured into the world of self-employment. He started an Etsy story in the summer of 2022, specializing in paracord crafts. Crafts like: bracelets, lanyards, pet collars, pet leashes, whips, and other items. Hopefully the store will grow and other craft items will be added to the listings.
Here you can enjoy the world of Alex the Great-est artist that Never Lived! You may laugh, you may cry, you may even learn something. Hopefully you will leave in a better mood than when you arrived. Enjoy.
Currently, Alex has ventured into the world of self-employment. He started an Etsy story in the summer of 2022, specializing in paracord crafts. Crafts like: bracelets, lanyards, pet collars, pet leashes, whips, and other items. Hopefully the store will grow and other craft items will be added to the listings.
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What is art? Alex says...
Art is amazing, boring, comical, dynamic, exploration, fascination, grief, hate, invisible, joy, kindness, laughter, manic, neurotic, oblivious, pain, quintessential, reflection, solitude, tantalizing, ugly, vulgar, wonder, xenia, yin and yang, zany.
Art can be.
Art has been part of life since the beginning. Happiness gained from small things. Terror from formless nightmares. Joy on the face of the other. Jealousy at what cannot be.
Art was.
Life without art is empty. The endless void where one goes when overwhelming thoughts of loneliness and pain takeover and prevent focus. Hell.
Art must be.
Art comes unexpectedly. In the crook of a smile. When that certain someone looks quizzically out of the corner of their eye at you. At the moment just before blissfully drifting off to sleep. Paradise.
I am Art.
Art can be.
Art has been part of life since the beginning. Happiness gained from small things. Terror from formless nightmares. Joy on the face of the other. Jealousy at what cannot be.
Art was.
Life without art is empty. The endless void where one goes when overwhelming thoughts of loneliness and pain takeover and prevent focus. Hell.
Art must be.
Art comes unexpectedly. In the crook of a smile. When that certain someone looks quizzically out of the corner of their eye at you. At the moment just before blissfully drifting off to sleep. Paradise.
I am Art.
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