The necessity of art!!
too much art,
too many books,
little to none brains to appreciate,
& little to none time to get lost in all the jungles of art humans are creating with the blood of their hearts and the essence of their breaths in attempt to make more space to host their feelings, as they realised the heart was not enough a container.
I stumble upon this Nada Nacer`s poem and it makes my heart sink as if the writer`s feather tickled a region of it I forgot I had.
I read a Maya Angelou diary and I wonder if she ever thought that by simply expressing her most genuine thoughts there will be a lady from years ahead who will relate to and find guidance in them.
I contemplate this Salvadore Dali`s painting and it sounds like it`s speaking a different language.
However, the foreigness pleases me, as it feels like the painter`s brush drew a window on my forehead for my mind to have a wide and empathic vision of the world and to find answers to my equations with somebody else`s demonsration, somebody else`s experiences and perspective.
It is as if by putting their heart on their canvas, the artists also created a mirror where my heart sees itself and blushes…
It blushes because it`s never thought that someone would shed light on the feelings it was trying so long to hide.
It blushes because it`s always felt as the only host of such fantasies and fears.
Look at it now, my heart, it got itself allies, compagnions who bleed the same pain and get drunk on the same ecstasies.
And sometimes it blushes out of jealousy as it wonders why it didn`t dare before to be part of that web.
The beautiful web that wraps the whole wide world through its universal language of feelings and passions.
The web whose members decided that creating was much a graceful tool than complaining, so they chose to create umbrellas instead of complaining about the soothing rain, and they chose to create art instead of complaining about the lack of space in their hearts for all the feelings.
They chose to make the world a little prettier by authenticly translating their weaknesses into catharctic creations, because they`re convinced that we all connect through our weaknesses and in that connection lies the beauty of it all.
They chose to do what makes them feel alive and they let their passion fuel their energy.
Isn`t that a lovely choice?!
So that`s what I wanna do: turn my emotions into creating tools instead of toxic drugs.
I wanna craft mirrors for other lonely hearts to feel lighter, prettier and less lonesome,
I wanna live vividly and create universes that`ll give other people wider and prettier views.
And in between I wouldn`t mind more hours in a day and a cup of tea to vibe with more and more masterpieces on my lonely and joyful evenings alike because I love art, I adore watching people doing what sets their souls on fire while creating things that make their breaths louder and their skins wider.
So be open minded and find inspiration in the foreign and the familiar alike.
And keep creating my dear for the world has yet need for a couple more treasures.
Be bold and put your heart in it.
And remember that art is not supposed to be rational,it`s not supposed to be realistic, it`s not supposed to be beautiful, it`s not supposed to be dark.
Equally, art is not supposed to be irrational nor surrealist nor fantastic nor ugly nor positive.
Art has no rules, it`s a free bird that is just supposed to be.
So don`t try to fit in, for there will always be someone who shares your awkwardness, someone who needs your voice to know they`re not alone, that they`re not a misft, to find relief and guidance through the roads you crafted.