To believe in art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit drunk.
At least.

How else can you show the world
the inside of your mind

without being called crazy?

How else can you explain
that what you create
is your version of a reality

that lives inside your head?

It’s a gift of sharing
in words, colors, forms

or expressions born for impression.

To create art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit high.
At least.

to be able to walk on the border
of worlds unexplored

but explained by a single thread
stroke
or word.

To grasp with your hands
where no man has hands to reach

let alone dare to walk on bare feet.

To be an artist
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit delusional.
At least.

To understand
that what we see

only lies in the one who beholds
not our vision
but what they dream.

That free form is mere
a bridge
built

between different worlds
and we hold the keys.

To be art
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit dark.
At least.

For what we see
can only become real

when we’re feeding of virtues
believes

or simply of how deep
and intensely
we are able to feel.

Unmorally explaining
without apologies
that there is more

than just here.

Showing off
without meaning to
only to please

and silence our own voices
that scream
waiting to be set free.

To Art,
you need to be a bit mad

or a bit drunk.
At least.