Art thee or Art thy?

222 Poems

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.