“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.”
― Ray Bradbury,
Artists, writers have to be narcists. Self love, self hate, self critique, self improvement and everything in between these emotions is what makes them. Today I will draw this, tomorrow I will perform that, another moment I will pose to be something else – one can’t fathom the unpredictable desires of the creative mind. The process however, makes each artist a beautiful individual and outshine others.
The creating , disassembling, recreating makes the art grow, and chisels the artist as a person. But how many times shall you put yourself together to make U perfect? and when will you be done? when will you become that perfect you, to be ready to give out to the world.
Your personal journey in this world and your commitment towards the world is the mission of each artist. Is it not?