What role does chaos play in the creation of art?
Chaos is a form of creation; it renews and changes the old. Recycling aspects of the old and throwing them together haphazardly to create the new is no easy task; indeed, it may possibly be more difficult than merely beginning from a blank canvas. How can something be made unique when it is constructed from past presentations? Furthermore, even if it is unique, is it worthy of being considered art? Chaos combines elements in an effort to make collision beautiful. Long have I struggled to find a niche in my art that allows me to differentiate myself. Sure, I can draw, but I generally find myself imitating. Potential ideas swirling in my head rarely become concrete and even when one manages to, it often appears in a different form than I intended. Some of my most beautiful pieces were mistakes, accidents that occurred unconsciously, unprovoked, chaotically. Chaos tends to exist in extremes, as do its depictions. I have found that my collage pieces, the pieces expressing not only an image but an idea, are spectacular either in their beauty or their disaster. It seems that failures outnumber the successes; similarly, the ecstasy of success outweighs the pain of failure. My failures can be redeemed and may even lead to success, and I have not found a piece once deemed a success that turned to failure.

Conversely, art may occasionally create discord. As seen in The Playboy of the Western World, Christy's story spins wildly out of control and sends the village into an uproar. Storytelling can be a form of art if done well.