Sexton Poetry 03 -07

	What does art know? Does an artist suffer like a poet? Feel, experience, see and believe like a poet? The artist creates and image, often exalted when assumed to embody some deeper truth message, symbolism. Many assume that if they don’t get it it must be good. Most artists I’ve known simply create because it looks nice, with little or nothing to say. I’m sitting in a restaurant; hip little place with art on the walls. I’m staring at a large black square canvas, containing only one large green apple painted squarly in the center, occupying nearly half the available space. Looking upon and carefully considering this somewhat attractive piece of art, I am left feeling a bit empty. The apple is green. The canvas is black. The people are eating and drinking. No one cares, and I barely care, and the artist barely cared. So what. So fucking what.