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 sleep. It is only dormant, waiting for us to set it release. Once we confront the resistance, we realize that we
It is in the insecurity that we grip onto meaning. We are nothing without the crafts.
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