The Artistic Extremist

By: Joseph Ochoa

My name is Gesualdo, I find myself more and more fascinated by my

art, and I bring awe to myself with such satisfaction, its like a gift of the gods
handed me the brush to happiness of humanity. I decided to make a diary
and log this interesting event that happened to me, I was inspired by
something quite unethical and find myself changing morally. I have thoughts
of broadening my paint brush in a metaphorical sense and show my art to
real life.

That event was when I came across a famous criminal when I decided
to take shortcut through a dark alley in the rich part of town. I saw him and
didnt know what to do as my heart dropped. The criminal just walked right
past me, I was relieved he didnt do anything to me, but thats because he
was so focused on some homeless person in the alley to kill him, he looked
as if he had a huge grudge against the homeless man. He held a knife with
an angry strong grip on the weapon, he walked so intensely and I was
shocked to see the man stab another man with such passion, I saw him stab
him over, and over, and over. I was horrified and ran away. I ran home and
shut my door shut intensely, but odd enough, I wasnt scared, I was excited
and filled with adrenaline, I enjoyed watching him kill that man with such
technique of the knife, emotions in him, and loved watching his passion, it
looked so well thought out, as you can tell he had experience and practice, it
was almost like Art

It was so beautiful, so inspired I was that I ran to my room to draw a

painting, I drew a Yin Yang symbol because I used the white as the positivity
from the me and killer, but the black as the negativity and misfortune of the
homeless man, I noticed that someones negativity was someones
happiness and I thought the Yin Yang symbol would be perfect. I used the
killers head as the circle, painted 2 dots as his eyes and I drew a mouth on
it, painted a throne chair thats red that has bones as the armrests, painted a
body from the Yin Yang head, painted the bloody dripping knife in one hand,
and made the background the pits of hell with flames. I was so happy with
the painting, I stared at it for hours and then I thought I was going crazy
because when I put the painting on the stand, it said Gesualdo

This is when I thought I was hallucinating, but I didnt care because I

wanted to hear what the painting had to say the painting started lecturing
me and asking questions, it asked, do you believe in God? I said I dont know
I havent put much importance into the question, The Painted responded
Doesnt matter, I will give you some great ideas where my philosophy
applies whether or not you believe in god. If you believe god doesnt exist, it
means everything was created by accident, the universe, the galaxy, earth,
and even humanity. Humanity is an accident and humans make their own
meaning to life and determine what is good and bad by what the majority of
their society agrees on what good and bad is. I ask myself; cant the world as
a whole be considered a society? And is there more good or bad in this
world? There is more bad, agreeing and disagreeing is changeable, what is
not changeable are events and actions, since you humans agree by majority,
then what you call evil should be the good since that is what the majority of
what has happened over history and the human race. Do you want to be
good or bad? You want to be good, so why are you being evil by not doing
what the majority of the human race has done? You agree by majority
remember; go do what you call bad its actually the good. If you do believe
in god, the answer is obvious, more evil happens in this world, so god favors
evil more and lots of them go unpunished by humanities silly government,
therefore, evil is a superior form of worship, go worship god as he intended
and wanted you to.
 I was speechless, stunned, I was in a state of awe, that I couldnt
move, I am no philosopher, this paintings reasoning are much deeper and
better than mine, I am but a simple artist. The painting has convinced me,
the painting is right, what it says is true, I cant beat the logic, but I cant find
it in myself to hurt anybody, I just want make art, I have been contemplating
on what to do since I started this diary. Finally, I have figured out what I must
do, I must make the ultimate art while doing this new good, I will make the
most beautiful art ever, I found the answer to this new art without hurting
anyone. A beautiful bloody, painful, and artful suicide.