Stressless art.

i wasn't meant to be a writer i suppose. "if i couldn't write... i'd die?!" nonono. if i couldn't write, i'd, well, i'd talk. I do more of that anyway. Why does art have to be so stressful?

Seriously, the stress level of what art has become, especially as far as what i've experienced, is so high, i'm quite surprised we haven't lost more great artists to strokes and heart attacks instead of overdoses and suicides (or maybe they came first... stress does in fact cause need for escape).

Does great art need to scare you to your core, shake you out of reality, stir the inner-most private piece of you? i guess it does to have any true effect... i mean, how the fuck can you expect to shake someone elses world to a point of outlandish catharsis without first getting that jolt to your own sub-level soul.

Maybe there's no such thing as stressless art... why, why can't it be?