I have come to realise why we need art so badly. Why our writing and photos and thoughts are so important.
Because art, be it painting with words or brushstokers or using a camera lense as your guiding eye, is essentially a rebirth.
In art, you can lose yourself and find yourself again. It is about losing your perspective, stepping into new stories, meeting the stranger inside you. But miraculously, it is also about gaining perspective. How many times, after a good art-bath, have you emerged with clearer sight or a fresh angle?
That is the magic of art, writing, photography. You are free, yet grounded at the same time.
Your pen, your camera or paint tube is a solid compass in your hand. But for once, you can let yourself go. You can build storms and tsunamis in your mind, kiss a stranger passionately, live in a French film and smoke too much, you can make big look small and small look big. You can make anything. You can change your skin. And when you return to yourself, quite often you find that art has taken you somewhere different.
Art is seeing human. It is peeking inside yourself and reaching outside yourself, at the same time. It makes you want to keep your eyes open. Makes you want to wonder and understand.
Holding art in your mind is like having lemon juice on your tongue. It prickles. And when you feel that prickle, it’s impossible to forget that you’re alive. That’s why I love art so much, in all its forms.
But what is art to you?
Is looking out for the small
The baby hairs covering sore temples
The caged pulse and bloody cuticles
Looking through anger
And seeing human, remembering
Even iron has its melting point
See life today! Peace and love.