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Art is hard.

I hate those anti-artists.

Those ones who draw to be artistic,

The ones who try but fail to be a Van Gogh or Picasso,

Those men didn't try,

They were a work of art themselves,

Art isn't a hobby,

It's a lifestyle,

It's a passion, and point of existence for some. It's reason and resolution

Not a play thing,

You can't just be an art major,

You have to strive to be it,

Full blood and sweat and tears pouring ones heart into it,

I hate those who think art is hard, too hard,

And I can't stand those people who take art because it's supposed to be fun or easy…

Easy?

You think Michelangelo enjoyed painting on his back for months from dawn to dusk,

You think its fun to be broke from art supply expenses?

You think its cool to see things differently from everyone else? Or to be so socially awkward it's difficult to function in crowds

Being a artist is an emotional journey of self discovery,

And those brushes and paints help us along the way,

Our creative minds are so busy and potent and powerful that if we didn't draw we burst from all the ideas gathering up,

We explode!

So art is not what we do to get attention,

Its what makes us feel important and worthy inside,

Whether we get notice or not

And if God willing we will...

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Oct 24, 2012
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I'm sorry if i offended anyone, but I go to school with too many of these people that frustrate the crap out of me!

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