PMS@Etisalat.gotohell
So here goes another day, when I log in to my deviantART account to find it magically blocked by everyone’s favorite internet provider, Etisalat.
So first we grow up under the impression that art is freedom of expression. It is a form where you can visualize your imagination, build worlds for others to breathe and live in. Art is anything you want it to be. It takes on any form and format, and transcends the ordinary to the extraordianry.
Then we grow up.
We grow up to find our teachers and parents telling us this is wrong. This is done wrong. You play the violin wrong. The piano strokes are too strong. The painting is a mess. The people in the photo are not dressed up for a portrait. The lines shouldn’t intersect. The fonts don’t match. BLA BLA BLA
Now people argue, if I vomit on a piece of paper, would it be art? As revolting as it is, it may be called art in some weird way.
Sure, there are “general guidelines” so that art is elevated from ordinary to beautiful. I understand that. And sure, I understand that some people can get creative enough to create their own guidelines, break old conceptions and come up with something great.
Which makes it understandable that deviantART is both devious and artistic.
WHAT I DON’T UNDERSTAND IS WHY THE HECK ETISALAT DECIDES TO BLOCK THE SITE!
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