Art is for the Heart

Only people who don't feel the need to explain, they do. Artists are made from blood and stone, thought and sensitivity, laughter and pain. People. Just like you. But maybe a little different. Strange or relatable, pretentious or genuine, they all come from the same point. Expression. And why is this so important? Because we all crave for it one way or another. It is a kind of freedom you can't argue with or bargain for. It just is what it is and it means a lot. A precious being inside you wanting to become something else, something greater. You search and you find something. And then you discover something else. And then you realise you arrive at a different destination than you expected. Still somehow, it all makes sense. Art is a language of understanding. And as artists we create because we don't know otherwise. Because this is what we do. And we are loyal, and faithful and we care. So much we sometimes loose it. The balance, the perspective, the point of where we were and how far we came. Deep thought and distance is required, and at times pure force of action. And in the middle, instinct, to follow through. What if there is another way? Maybe there is a point of connection, of pure interest. Maybe there is a way to connect the dots, in solitude as well as in company. But most importantly, to share what is, brings the greatest joy. Because all creation if not cherished will be lost in an abandoned corner, suffering an indifferent layer of dust. Bring forth all that you have. Show the world something you want to say, in your own words. Your speech is your work. And this is a privilege to carry and to preserve. To look after what you call a gift is the same as acknowledging that is there. Give it time, give it life. And give a chance to yourself to explore all that you can be. Because that's what we are here for. Art for life, life for art. You won't regret it. If you could only see what waits for you. You would be certain. So change it. Your view, your limitation use for good. And then change again. For as long as you have to.