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Thieves like us

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Thieves like us

The Art of Stealing
or: Everybody is stealing art


* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *


In the last weeks and months I read a lot of journals and statements in the deviantART-community concerning the anger and frustration about art theft, and I'd never been able to get the point and feel the same.
Sure, there are some people around the world who copy and paste pictures and works of others and try to make money of it, but so what? I'm just thinking about what I would feel if they did this with my art. Could I really feel offended by someone who estimates some of my works so precious that he thinks these works will earn him a living? Perhaps I should wish him good luck and thank him for looking at my creations with such admiring eyes.
I think, all art is about sharing, and possibly there is really nothing that I can call my art or my creation. Well, it's nice to live in this time in this special place, where I can have access to this thing called internet - a vehicle that allows me to cross borders in a stunning speed and to communicate with nearly everyone on this planet, as far as she or he is also settled in this place called cyberspace. But I don't know anything about an original decision of myself to be here today, and I'm sure I didn't create myself. I'm the work of art of another, and I'm just playing the fool I am.
But more and more I'm thinking about the complexity of things, and the more I think the more I laugh about this so important person I seemed to be for such a long time and at least in my own eyes. Oh yes, I'm stealing the air that I breathe and that we share with each other. I've stolen the body I move with the power of a soul I learned to call mine, although it's a gift from another. And if I take photographs of all the beautiful things and beings within and around me, can I really believe that I own these things?
If I dream of some of the worlds where Keoma Lewis makes love and experiences many adventures, if I dream of these worlds and write about these adventures - can I really call these stories creations of my own?
I'm used to believe this, and it's a pleasant feeling to play the creator - but I'm not.
Creation is the business of the creator, and my business is sharing the love and the talents he gave to me with the whole wide world. I'm able to dream and to see and to write because of him, and I've stolen his art for too long. It's time to give back all the things that never were mine, and to give is to take, and I'll take every talent he decides to give to me - and then I'll share it with you.
A few thoughts inspired by a rant of a former friend.

Image: Metamorphosis, © Beau Cyphre



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So I talk dirty with you, and your answers match all my urgent questions: 
What do you wear at nights? 
What do you dream of when you're on a lonesome beach? 
What do you like most when it comes to kissing? 
And when did I first succeed in touching you in my dreams that became yours?
Today, today, now, now - your answers are forever the same, and NOW is always the key, NOW is the magic word, our abracadabra: NOW is the time for doing all the things that will gonna last forever.
So now my hand is hiding underneath your panties, and now my tongue is playing wildly with yours. Now we're breathing together on a high note, and our bodies do that dance electric automatically.
Love and lust feel always out of control, and when you spread your legs wide for me you know that I'll be really thirsty, I'll wanna taste all your juices and I'm gonna move like a rattle snake in the desert: I glide in between and I forget myself, and doing so I give you great pleasures of the body and the mind.

Taken from:
THE ART CRIMES: Lay U Down
THE ART CRIMES: Lay U Down

* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by magdinho *

"It doesn't matter where we are, it doesn't matter who's around. It doesn't matter, I just wanna lay you down."

Do you know the old Prince tune Dirty Mind?
I can't help it, I'm just feeling the same way whenever I'm near you, and being near you sometimes means just thinking about you or watching some pictures coming alive like a movie in my mind. 
You're such a damn hot girl that I'd be at a loss for words if I wouldn't be so horny that there's really no chance to keep my mouth shut. So I talk dirty with you, and your answers match all my urgent



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CaveCanem42's avatar
Ich bin gerade über diesen etwas älteren Text gestolpert, den ich sehr interessant finde. So wie auch die ganze anschließende Diskussion. Mir sind selber schon oft ganz ähnliche Gedanken gekommen. Alleine auch schon der Aspekt, wie man von Anderen beeinflusst wird, wie sich Gelesenes, Gesehenes und Gehörtes auswirkt auf das, was man selber macht, bringt mir schon nahe, dass es da wohl mehr gibt als nur die eigene Kreativität. Wenn es stimmt, dass das eigene Bewusstsein nur eine Art Projektion ist und in Wirklichkeit viel viel abstrakter, als wir uns das selber vorstellen können, dann verhält es sich vielleicht auch so mit dem, was wir "erschaffen". Es hängt davon ab, ob man an den Zufall glauben mag oder nicht - aber grade in meinem Fall haben so viele unterschiedliche Aspekte und Entscheidungen zusammengespielt, dass ich heute das bin was ich bin und auch dass ich dazu fähig bin, das zu machen, was ich mache, dass es mir schwer fallen würde zu glauben, all das wäre alleine mein Verdienst. Ich tue mir ziemlich schwer damit, das in konkreten Worten auszudrücken, deshalb lasse ich es damit bewenden, bevor der Text noch wirrer wird...
Aber gerade weil dein Text schon etwas älter ist, würde es mich interessieren, ob du noch dieser Meinung bist, ob du ihn heute noch einmal so geschrieben hättest...