As crude and simple-looking as my art
can be, it has a bit of myself in it,
all the emotions and dreams I have are
all encased in every artwork I’ve made
and that alone is quite an achievement
itself already. I do not vie for the
approval of everyone since that means
I have to be a mindless sock puppet
to satisfy everyone especially those
that belong to the lower tiers of
life. Even a select few who adore my
creations are enough for me to end
my life in ecstasy. As long as these
shaky hands and feeble mind of mine
can continue to create art, there is
meaning in my life. I guess art is the
only thing that validates my existence
in this sad world we live in right now.
right:
hostage
mixed media - digital
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