Art For Life
People think my world is a way to pass the time. My world is one of possibilities, which describes the hand that writes this thought. My world is built on dreams that grow stronger every day, from the young one with a thought in his head and fire in his belly to a fine artist not giving two worlds about the next opinion. There is no other way really. And with every stroke of belief that passes me by I make the next best thing. One’s audience starts with the silence of crickets and the chorus grows impossible to hear above, even on the local front. In making one’s bones one must make the real stuff and do it as a gentleman for years. I’m not used to accolades so I find this new phase interesting. And with all the thoughts I will forever pour the resources into another way of seeing. This is my existence, the art for life.
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