I think I can understand an artist’s necessity and need to create something.. separated from the rest. Now, in all truth, that’s about as likely to happen in the end as, say, a person with no legs playing for Barcelona. However, try telling that to an avidly expressive artist, and you may as well be talking to the moon. It becomes inbuilt in them. And the possibility of them doing what they set out to do is just as real in their head as anything is happening around them. That’s the truth. And if a lot of people – artists – are walking about the place from day to day with this burning urge in them to create, you can only begin to imagine how boring most people and their conversations start to become. But they will use it. No other choice, really. Use everything they feel like using and, as a result, they will in-fact feel as though… they are wired to something entirely different. And the further they go with this chase the more and more differently wired they will feel. Guess why? ‘Cos they ARE wired differently by this stage. They are chasing something utterly real inside of their head, their brain, their mind. And that is also why, probably, many artists burn out, too – they have chased it, chased the dollar. Usually, the only reason they won’t go again is because, well, either they’re dead or they are just too old to care the same as before. The dollar, by the by, has literally nothing to do with their art and quality going forward. It’s simply just the means by which we need to exist obviously. Food to mouth and all that stuff. That’s other people’s headache and not the artists at all actually – other peoples empty-headed, simple-ass wonderings about how it is they can survive. Anyhow! The art. It matters because it matters to the artist who creates it. For those who get to eventually take it to heart? Well, that’s their own utter business, too. Course their surrounds can suddenly start to feel to them as if akin to a theatre. What artist, what creative person, wouldn’t want to turn a mundane ‘film-reel’ into an almighty, action-packed, Who-Da-F*ck-Dunnit mind-bender of a scene? Filmed behind the eyes of one particular camera: the artist.