I wish what I do was all real. Some of it’s real, some of it’s an illusion and I try to blur the line between both, but unfortunately I’ve got to be honest with you. Taking a $1 bill and turning it into a $100 – unfortunately it’s not real.
It’s great to do small plays in the theatre and then go off with Blur and play in front of thousands of people.
I’m giving into my tendency to want to blur and blend the lines between art and life, and privacy and sharing.
An artwork is an arrangement of things. The ideal show for me would be if everything touched, literally touched, so that everything would blur together.
Just as Pollock used the drip to meld process and product, Richter ‘found’ and used the smudge and the blur to ravish the eye, creating works of psychic and physical power.
It was crazy… working with Ne-Yo. Everything was such a blur, and I was just a fangirl the whole time.
I see myself in competition with Blur and Oasis. But everyone else just sees me as this guy with a history.
The campaign trail can be super ephemeral in that you travel so long in a row that all the days kind of blur together, and it can be hard to lay down markers to remember where you were.
All your life, you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.
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