Art was supposed to be just for fun, where you wake up and come up with something new. post it, no judgements at all, no need to check bank balance. Art was supposed to be therapy, where yor mind runs to without worry. Art was supposed to be home, where walls are decorated by its beauty. Art was supposed to be less cold, always shining bright, always standing tall on walls, always available for public eye, not under my bed,
Art tooK a toil on me, I lost my self to worry and opened a whole new world. A world where i need to deliver. Where it has to be seen. Art opened a wound, of self doubt, Art opened a wound of bank balance, Art opened a weary mind ready to let go. But then it opened a pathway of self discovery, a pathway where climate could be saved, a pathway where beauty is not set in any standard. art paved a way for a world full of discoveries to share.
when you look at a human body, its art, a canvas blank to be explored, a canvas ready to be painted. therefore, child, Pick up the brushes, pick up the paints and lets get going.
Don't look at the lost days, lost money, weary days, lost memories, look at the fruits, standing tall at the end, where beauty reunites with creativity, a runway filled with love. Let's create and celebrate. let's share the magic of Body Art.
I AM WAITING ON THE OTHER SIDE;
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