On Art

Art is the essence of one’s spirit within a realm which is all their own. The artist constructs the world in such a manner that others may be liberated by their craft. The artist constructs the world by utilizing the method which works for them to better understand the cosmos. The artist constructs the world in the manner which they believe the world ought to be. Instead of a blank piece of paper, the artist fills the void with their imagination. Where there was once a blank space in the world, the poet dares to leave a verse. In a room where others see nothing more than four walls and a roof, the architect sees potential. Essentially, the artist is the master of his own personal domain, deciding what will and what won’t work in the pseudo world he has invented. The artist fights with himself and tangles with his own emotions until he has finally completed what he sought after for so long. Without the hand of the artist upon the craft, the ideas will be lost within the labyrinth which is an artist’s mind. The time for composers of the mind is come upon us. Whatever you are great at, continue to learn and understand until you’ve reached Mastery. Whatever you do, excel within that realm. Whatever you are passionate about, own it.

If there is a love for a subject from one person, it is certainly a love for someone else. Once you place your mark upon the world, others are destined to follow your intuition. Whenever you place your heart into a craft and it liberates you, then your craft is destined to liberate others. As the winged Seraphs of Heaven, so is an artist upon the world. Without such craftsman in the world, the power of passion and imagination will begin to unfold, leaving nothing but the passionless to dominate the land.