countless universes lie within the lines of loose-leaf paper
the bristles of used paintbrushes
the worn fabric of well-loved ballet shoes
and we unlock worlds
with the flick of a wrist.
we are trapped within the status quo
white-collar expectations and nine-to-fives
mundane variables of mundane life
monochrome and lackluster.
our passions are our freedoms
our tokens of liberation
evaporating the cells that confine us
and allowing us to step out into the sunshine
warm and inviting
our home.
we are surrounded by the bustle of daily life
we want release
we engross ourselves in art
however unorthodox
we paint ourselves in the colors of our passions
welcome the stares
the harsh whispers behind our backs
the blatant jeers from the majority
but that does not matter to us.
we create art to satisfy our yearnings
to show off our imaginations
our ability to translate real life to something intangible
we create art to help others understand
to reach out to others with our minds
our ability to fit in while being excluded.
we are loud
we are rowdy
we are atypical
but we don't need approval
because we are perfect this way
changing the world behind the scenes
finding light in the darkest places
discovering the grandeur in the unappreciated
creating release for people in need of our craft.
we are potters
painters
sculptors
songwriters
poets
authors
dancers
musicians
vocalists
directors
actors
photographers
artists.
-- art's artists. 07.09.2019
senior editor, lee-hsuehting
