i love art. i love it so much. it's so beautiful, it's so unique and everyone perceives art differently, there is no one single definition for art, it's universal, art is a universal language and no matter where in the galaxy you're from, art will always, always, always be a bridge between worlds.
art is so much more than just drawings and beautiful landscapes, it's more than what certain things represent, it's just the art itself. it's the moments when you don't know who the artist was, it's the feeling in your stomach when you see something graffitied onto something that wasn't there the day before, it's being infuriated when you hear that graffiti should be illegal, that it's not art. art is that moment when time slowed as the train passed me, allowing me to see the words in dripping
orange spray paint: "I THINK WE FOUND THE TRAIN"
i'm not terrified. i don't really feel things anymore to be honest. i get a burst of emotion every few months, if at all, and then it's gone. as quickly as it came.
i think the reason i'm not scared to lose art is because i believe no one can take it from me. i mean think about it. no one and nothing can make you unlearn how to paint, how to do makeup, how to draw. the world is your canvas, and your fingers are your brushes. your spray cans. never forget that.
it doesn't matter if they take away your spray cans or brushes or pens or pencils or markers. the tools you use to make art are just tools. art will find a way. it always does. art always finds a way. art is the little flower growing in the cracks in the sidewalks. it's the cacti in the desert. art is resilience.
they can take away your brushes, but they cannot take away your passion.
there's no reason to be terrified of it being taken away. you think it's going to be because it's what you're used to, but you're forgetting something. this time, whether you're weak or strong isn't a factor. that doesn't matter here. art isn't something they can take away. it just isn't. art finds a way. and you are an artist. you will find a way.
don't let anyone tell you otherwise. you are an artist. you are an artist.
they can take away your brushes, but they can't take away your passion. and passion is fire. burn your way through hell if you've got to.
art is the spark that lights the fire that burns the patriarchy down.
art is the spark that lights the fire that burns the government down.
it's the spark that ignites bonfires, art is the flare that shines against a pitch black sky, it's that one star that manages to shine when it's cloudy as hell. it's that one star that refuses to be dimmed.
and if that's what art itself is, imagine what the creator is. damn. a force to be reckoned with.
art provides a voice for those who cannot speak.
