Since I re-started this blog under my own name I have been reading a few more blogs than usual. It dawns on me that this Internet thing that transformed our work environments, and transformed our careers, has simply removed inhibitions. The latent artists and writers that failed to “be themselves” but instead went onwards with school and traditional jobs, are finding their way (back) to their destinies via the web. Digital photography has helped them rationalize it as well.

You all best be careful, though, because that same society that didn’t pay artists nor writers will similarly attempt to enslave The Webologist.

I have always been a supporter of artists, emotionally and financially when possible. They are amazing. Like most normal people, I have artistic visions, yet lack the skills to express them. So when a free-thinking expressionist doesn’t say “look” and explain something in words, but rather looks away and starts to draw or sketch or paint, or simply goes away, coming back some time later to show me something he created that reflects the original ideas not-excessively-discussed, I think it’s cool.

Of course there are commercial artists. And technicians. And hopeless romantics. And talentless hacks. And gifted ones that self destruct, and not-so-gifted ones that self destruct. It’s funny just how many parallels there are between web thought pioneers and “traditional” artists.