That’s it, I’m doing a documentary or a dramatic realization of a performance art piece where we follow a piece of art to the trash heap showing how ozymandias is behind every creative endeavor, Sisyphus is the engine returning every hour of every day to push the rock up the hill – but why? As penance? As will? As emblematic only of the folly of human existence? As propaganda for which human population was inventing God for their purposes at the time, the Greek mythogolsist what were they trying to tell us?
Homer the blind poet. Beethoven the deaf composer.
The other day someone in an out of context environment (a banker or an office worker of some kind) mentioned Mozart out of the blue and how we needed to just spill out all that genius at once and be allowed to channel some sort of creative expression that humanity needs to hear.
It is a principle of the art that you live within your chosen form somehow.