James Barker Band, “Chills.”
Fall in love with an artist because artists don’t know how to love softly or half-heartedly. They love like there’s no tomorrow. They give their all. They don’t hold back.
The girl can sing, play guitar, and master the piano. However first and foremost to me, she was a writer. She was a storyteller.
A look at his career is a look at a love affair between an artist and his work, all amidst its ups and downs.
If the words are pouring out of your heart and on to the page, you’re a writer.
We are selfless.
We stare at the sky because it taught us that you can see something every day and still be marveled by its ever-changing beauty. Just like you.
You will never be able to find your own path in an industry if you are mimicking the work of others. Learn from them, yes. But, differentiate yourself.
You love class because it’s an outlet to being the douchey artist you sometimes want to be. You enjoy the pretentious discussion you have because, like all artists, you have a little pretentious asshole inside of you that can only be set free around other secretly pretentious assholes like yourself.
The artist knows that art breathes life into our existence.