Primitive Sculpture
In the little Indonesian town of Ubud, nearly everyone is an artist. At 16 or 17 they begin rigorous technical training. They work 8 or 9 hour days until they retire. They produce beautiful art.

In America, only the divinely inspired drifters become artists. Their art is about freedom from structure, responsibility and skill. As a culture we merely dabble in the highly technical and rigorous process of creation. The result is generally crap.

There is no internal religious spark that spawns great art. There is education, craftsmanship, and a relatively minor dose of aptitude.

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