I'm starting to wonder what it must be like for other people. People who are not creative, people who have no artistic vision of their own. Is it worth it? I suppose if one would be content in that sense, than I have no place to say otherwise, but still...the thought lingers.
Speaking solely for myself I can say that I would not want a life without the beauty of art. Though thoughts come and go as they please, waking you from an already comfortable sleep, I would still not desire another life. Regardless of the idea that comes to me, I will still, and always, clear it from the palette as soon as possible.
So...a life without the beauty of art? Fuck you. You can have it....
Speaking solely for myself I can say that I would not want a life without the beauty of art. Though thoughts come and go as they please, waking you from an already comfortable sleep, I would still not desire another life. Regardless of the idea that comes to me, I will still, and always, clear it from the palette as soon as possible.
So...a life without the beauty of art? Fuck you. You can have it....