(silence inserted here for contemplation of the absolute humility to overcome my heart)
The only way to break open this blog, is to sit in awe and wonder of those people who I have had the most pleasure in meeting today. These are the people with whom thinking on the opposite side of the brain is all they have, it is beyond their control. Short haircuts, spacers and nose rings, they're always different and just don't ever seem to "fit in". I am in awe of their beauty and their confidence to stand out in the crowd. It is this confidence that gives the rest of the world a chance to live within a world of colour and fantasy that is sometimes swirled and smeared and other times held with the finest of detail.
These are the artists of our world. And they need to be commended for their bravery.
I love them. I love what they stand for and I love their ability to captivate me in each their own way.
Their choice of mediums were many and mixed, almost as many as their techniques. From 'encaustic' to 'graphite', each piece had its own life that breathed colour from its core. Some were coated in a high gloss acrylic glaze where others were made entirely out of glass. Their beauty was simply...beautiful.
What would it take for me to be like them? Does it take a formal education? Does it take a BFA? What type of orginality does it take? Or does it just simply take... truth. I believe it to be the latter. We met with many, and discussed their techniques and their history as artists, and all were in love with their art. All of them were true to themselves. They were in love with this craft of creating, and having the ability to express something, anything. I too am in love with them.
From the beginning of time we have indulged in the arts to produce these wonders today. I believe this to be romantic and fulfilling with hands stoking their craft until the piece speaks to them, "I am done". Their passion is what keeps them alive, its what pushes them on to "keep keeping on" we were told.
Remember them. Respect their creations. Live from your heart. You can't escape it.
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