Art Cannot Be Measured

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I’m exhausted — completely exhausted — by all these comparisons. Isn’t there another way? This is exactly why I’m angry at the people around me. No, I’m not in conflict with them. I’ve created the freedom to say what I say. But the reality is this: I am sick of the question “Which one is better?” Especially in art. Constantly assigning value to something by comparing it to something else is, above all, an insult to art. We can no longer enjoy the details of a film, a series, a book, or a historical building without measuring it against another. It’s a kind of escape. And more than that — it’s a disgusting form of laziness. We stopped thinking about details, about criteria, about why something works. Ironically, thank God for artificial intelligence — at least it has shoved the depth and meaning of words back in front of all of us. We’ve started questioning again. What is art? What is art? What is its criterion? What is an artist? What is a work of art? Is everything an artist creates a work of art? Is cooking an art? Who is art for? If there were no valuation, would art still exist? There are countless more questions. What exhausts me most is this confidence everyone has — this chest-out certainty — of commenting as if they know. Where does that assurance come from? I’m tired of pretending I know. How did all of this even make it to today? And yet people ignore all of this, assume they’ve reached some sort of maturity, and define art and life through criteria with unbelievable ease. It’s draining. It drains everyone. Who cares about awards anymore? Who gives a damn about listen counts? The parameters of value have multiplied so much that no one can even keep up. People have forgotten how to focus on forming their own interpretations. First, we should know what we are defining and how. I think simply — I’m a simple person. If music is being listened to, it’s music. If a film is being watched, it’s a film. But now, sharing a work of art has turned into something resembling ass-kissing. Did they like it? Did they understand the message? Bla bla… That’s not what art should be. I’ve been thinking about what art is for a long time now. I still don’t have an answer. For now, I have only one criterion: the effort to transform one reality into another reality. Does it really matter who made it? Isn’t the message what matters? Or at least the fact that it pushes you to extract meaning? To the artists losing their minds over AI — hello. I couldn’t care less. What kind of artist is afraid of poverty?! That’s why art must be distant from value systems and parameters — free and original. “Producing something completely unique” is a cheap lie of our era. Art does not have to be unique — it has to be original. Original does not mean unique. They are different things. The real issue is comparison being treated as a criterion. A work of art should be placed on the table and thought about. “Better camera angles,” “better guitar solos” — all bullshit. Art is about association. About depth. It inspires metaphor. It makes life more meaningful — and more complex. Sometimes the artwork is questioned. Sometimes the artist. The reason behind the effort should matter more than the amount of effort itself. If art is judged through value, it becomes nothing more than a market. But art existed long before economics and money. That definition was made long ago. This is not a subject I’ll end here. We must stay away from distractions. We must taste the depth of art. Speak of it like a memory. Be relaxed. Don’t force it. Because everything feels like it’s losing its meaning