I believe in the artist.
I believe in him because he has not failed me yet.
I believe in him because he gives me hope.
Our society walks very close, but just behind the artist reaching for his gift.
He shows us what love looks like.
He shows us where gxd lives.
And he lets us live.
The artist has never mentioned fashion or money.
The artist never started a war or spit in your face.
He has only given us hope.
Without the artist we would have already caved in.
But because of him,
We get another day with a smile on our face,
Because of hope.
I used to consider myself an artist. I was one step ahead living and creating without ever stopping to think about what it was that I created. I created while walking. I created while laughing. I created while sleeping, in my dreams (some of my most stunning work)..
And when it all stops… When you ‘grow up’. When you get a job. When you give it all up for a little change in your pocket. You are done. You’re all dried up.
And then, there you are, driving down Interstate 75 and you hear a song, or you see an image. A cloud. Anything; and you get that feeling. You know the one! And you sit there in that feeling for a moment. And you feel it.
Sometimes you shake, sometimes you let out an excited yelp or you cry. You cry for joy and beauty. And you know, you know right then at that very moment that there is hope. I am an artist. You are an artist. There is hope for us yet.
And then the feeling subsides as someone cuts you off on the highway and you’re brought back to earth. Still a little high, but your back. And secretly you know. You know. You know that there is hope.
That is why I believe in the artist.
We are all artists. This I believe.
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