Art saves lives
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Last published Mon, Jan 26, 2015
Art...
art saves lives.
saved mine.
and i know has saved many more.
I LOVE art..
art doesn't always love me though...
I scream at it sometimes, throw materials, and even cry...
I think it's a big mess up, when it's really not...
my mom loves it, and it gives me an escape.. But sometimes
it just doesn't look right.. I chose a field in art
Special effects make up, i love to sculpt. work with my hands.. get messy.
Sometimes I imagine myself as Vincent Vangough, but with my ear.. and Not obsessing over an ex..
Music is considered an art, so even if you love music but aren't "tallented enough for drawing" listen.
sit down and listen.
take it in
feel it
love it
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