Manifesto of the Nonconformist Dreamer

(by Rich Trabucco / drag0nneus)

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I am not here to conform to the vocabulary of galleries, schools, or movements.
My art is not a product of theory — it is a living echo of intuition, labor, and inner fire.
It is born from long hours where the world falls away and only vision remains.

I reject the notion that art must be deconstructed to be understood,
or validated to be seen.

Creation is not an academic exercise — it is an act of devotion.
Each piece I make carries the weight of time, silence, and feeling.
It is shaped by discipline, but animated by something ancient and untamed.

I am told my work will never be considered “fine art.”
Then let it be wild art.
Let it be art unclassified.
Let it be a revolt against the machinery that measures worth in terminology and approval.

My task is not to be accepted — it is to remain true.
If my art stands outside of trends, so be it.
That is where the spirit breathes freely.

Those who insist on categories can have them.
I will keep my wonder, my labor, my stubborn devotion to what feels real.
The world can circle back when it’s ready.

Until then, I create — because creation itself is the victory.