Art
There’s an element of fear in creating, right?
You’re reaching into your soul and pulling out a piece of yourself for the world to see.
There’s a love to it.
But that love isn’t in the eyes that see your work—that’s an illusion whispered by the devil.
When you believe that to be your love, you hang on to every word.
You operate based on the output of others.
You freeze.
The love is in that spark—that element that intrigues you,
that urge to paint the world.
What is art?
It’s whatever you make it.
It has no box, no structure, no instruction.
(How can someone possibly instruct another on how to make art?)
These schools are robbing people.
Now the essence—the beginnings—of what you do will be rough.
A jagged blade.
Erratic.
Coloring outside the lines.
When I create, I bring what I see in my mind into this reality.
I build the beauty, the sexiness—my vision.
Creation
is showing
what I see.
Can you paint that picture in your mind in all its glory?
Can you capture that moment?
It’s a beautiful thing when you do.
When you can step back, smile, and say, “YES! There it is.”
Damn what everyone else thinks.
Complete creativity is a true taste of freedom.
So do it.
Do it for you.
Let the colors bleed out.
The refinement—the precision—comes in time.
First, you have to be wild enough to venture into the unknown.
Don’t get lost in your fear.
Lack of embarrassment is a superpower.