It’s not what is perceived that makes an artist.
It’s not their desire, it’s not their hunger.
I believe it’s a constant push and pull between balance and chaos, bliss and darkness, thoughts of life and death.
Their low state and the thoughts that corrupt their whole existence are what give rise to true self. It’s here they learn to embrace, channel, and fight.
Fighting all the way up and trying to be just heard - forget becoming something - or anything for that matter.
They just want to be heard.
And their voice comes from this deep pain, transforming it into something beyond suffering.
Their voice is not the truest here, but it’s the purest.
Not truest because they are changing, because this is not who they are. each work is a new version of themselves.
Purest because they are willing to be vulnerable and share their story as it is.
To shape yourself into an artist requires not just comfort in your own skin,
But the courage to shed it when needed—A painful paradox of being both anchored and free,
Slowly peeling off the skin layer by layer, serving the world, until one day all that’s left is your soul, your purpose, and who you are. That day, your voice is not of pain, but of freedom. That day is when you become a great artist.