Just because art is based on nothingness doesn’t mean it’s worthless. Without our crayons, we are bound to get more lost than found.
Art is the outward release of inward expression and vice versa. It is a psychological thriller for the creator, reminding them that life begins again and again.
A kind of wonder drug—art is a therapy that can revive a winter of deadness. It never sleeps. It is only dormant, waiting for us to set it release. Once we confront the resistance, we realize that we keep making stuff because we don’t want to die.
It is in the insecurity that we grip onto meaning. We are nothing without the crafts.
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