Art is a necessity, and one that I don”t give enough energy to. When I”m emersed in a piece, I feel bliss. But circumstances keep driving my attention away and my mind reels. Art needs to become a habit again.
I need to pour my emotions into art, not onto another human being. They do not need to bear my life, but my art can. My art is strong enough. Art is my listener and therapist. Art is my redemption.