You have three dozen notes on your iPhone. Random thoughts, lists, book titles, you name it.
If you find a writer, never let them go. Their imagination will run wild and with it, so will your life.
When you meet someone new and realize you share the same music taste, you full on FREAK OUT. It becomes the “Oh my god, do you listen to ____?” hour.
The reason we’re trained to feel this way is because somewhere along the line, society has decided that art is no longer worth pay. And as long as people think that, the arts will be an industry full of untapped talent that will eventually crumble in on itself because not every creative person has the luxury of working to pursue their dreams for free.
Regardless of how it may seem, we don’t make these promises for the sole purpose of breaking them a while down the line. Though in the back of our minds we’re certain that we’ll eventually give in and plaster the metaphors we’ve converted your smile into all over a sheet of paper.
There’s nothing simplistic about this album. It’s all so layered. In fact, I sent it to my best friend who is picky with the stuff she gives the thumbs up to, and she loved it
Our intensity knows no bounds. Intensity is part of the job description. You can’t be artistic or creative without having parts of your soul bare. In order to feel true magic, we have to expose ourselves to the elements.
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
While any of them pursue practical careers in law, medicine, teaching among other things, some parents pursue careers in the arts, writing, advertising and music. For kids who grew up with ever-so-creative parents, life was usually vibrant and meaningful.
An artist’s work is personal. It has to be pulled from the deepest valleys of our hearts, through our bones, muscles, and flesh and depicted on a canvas or through a simple movement or even just with one word.