We all start out as artists. Not necessarily the classic definition of artists who dabbles in painting, music etc.. But we all started trying to make things beautiful, trying to express ourselves and gift others with our skills and talents.
But somewhere down the line. We got fixated on being correct and right. Following the rules of art as gospel as if in by following those rules, we would automatically be artists.
Art is never perfect, even more so artists. We lose sight of trying to make a change, stand out and be singular in our individuality; and we fall in line, live day by day impatiently sprinting towards a nonexistent finish line.
Who are we trying to impress? What are we going for? Maybe to be indispensable, maybe we want the absence of our art and self to be felt. Maybe we're trying to evoke emotions. Or maybe we're just trying not to be zombies.
But somewhere down the line. We got fixated on being correct and right. Following the rules of art as gospel as if in by following those rules, we would automatically be artists.
Art is never perfect, even more so artists. We lose sight of trying to make a change, stand out and be singular in our individuality; and we fall in line, live day by day impatiently sprinting towards a nonexistent finish line.
Who are we trying to impress? What are we going for? Maybe to be indispensable, maybe we want the absence of our art and self to be felt. Maybe we're trying to evoke emotions. Or maybe we're just trying not to be zombies.
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