Artists are frequently told to think outside the box, be creative or seek originality. These are not entirely incorrect but they neglect a key point- nothing is original.
Art is made by humans, telling stories about humans for other humans to savour its meanings and messages.
You are not doing the world any favors by sitting and telling its artists how they can and cannot create.
I was afraid. I was afraid of reading into my own thoughts. It felt to me as if writing about anything meant having to face what I was dealing with first.
Contrast is a beautiful thing. Living doesn’t consist of straight lines and perfect 90-degree angles. No, living has sharp corners, steep drops and dark tunnels. Pain and joy can mean you’re living. Not just existing.
When I hear elitist arguments akin to Ryan’s, I can’t help but think of the scene in Forrest Gump when all the kids keep saying “this seat’s taken,” when clearly there’s room for a new person to sit down.
Theres are hilarious (and terrible).
I write to make sense of things.
Travel opens your mind. It allows you a chance to explore the world as well as yourself.
You will become enthralled with their presence all too easily. They are easy to fall for; it feels intoxicating to be around them because of their welcoming touch and creative, different outlook on things.