Separating the artist and their work

One of my favourite books has been written by someone who has opinions completely opposite my own.

My favorite artist is supposed to have been a boorish man who I probably would have hated to be around in real life.

A band I love sings songs about revolution and rising up, yet at a time where I expected them to speak out in ways other than music, they didn’t. I left the concert feeling frustrated and disappointed.

All examples of reasons why I should hate their art. I don’t. I love it.

It is something I have a hard time with though, separating the artist and their work. Can someone who is an asshole write something that moves me?

They can. Just as I can be the kindest person in the world and write someone so despicable and horrible that I can’t even read it.

The moment art is going out into the world, it becomes its own entity, in a way. It is linked to the creator but only has a life of its own.

And when you think about that, it is perfectly plausible to hate an artist and love their work.

At least that’s what I feel. How about you?

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