thoughts on art

The way I see it

Thought elemental from deep within wells up and gushes out, flowing from the mind all through the body and out into space. It sends waves through the fabric of our existence and changes the course of reality. Sometimes these changes are almost imperceivably subtle at first, but every action has a reaction, and energy can never be created or destroyed. All we do comes from within, and all we have inside us we have taken in from the world around us. Everything acts as a conductor for transferring energy through existence. There is no discernible beginning to the process as all is a product of what came before.

The seeds of imagination can sprout into amazingly intricate beauty, every thought a patch woven into the epic quilt of our lives. When we look back at our memories we see the finished embroidery of our experiences, but it’s good to remember that much of what we see started taking shape before anybody could have possibly known the outcome. We have very little say sometimes in what raw materials we have to work with, the choice we have is what to forge of the amalgation that is ourselves.

Cut me open, I bleed Art.

It flows through my veins to my brain from my heart,

I builds up inside and it fills up my mind,

If I don’t let it out it’ll rip me apart.