Art Is. . .

Art Is. . .

Art is inspirational. It inspires one to step out of their comfort zone and take a look on the side of life they have never experienced. Art inspires me to be calm-contrary to what most people think. I don’t draw, or paint, or sculpt for anyone, but myself. I look back on my work-like I would with my writing-and I think “if anyone saw this, they would then be able to see straight through me”.

It is not through the object of my work in which conveys secrets of mine, it is through the style, the colors, the direction of the stroke. It is in every detail that was put into the piece, the hard work, and persistence-or lack thereof-that one can see me.

For this reason, art is therapeutic. My stress and worries, that pull me down under a certain level of freedom and happiness, are thrown into my art. It relieves me of my responsibilities and pulls me in. Into a parallel universe in which I can be myself, be who I think I am, be whatever I fancy at the time. In this parallel universe, there is no homework or chores that I must get done. There is no past, no future, only the present. There is no drama, or conflicts. There is nothing and no one, but me, my art, and my supplies.

Art is everything to me. Without it, I can’t imagine a world. My life without art is a heart without blood. Nothing.