Artists

Artists are wierd, as you've seen.
everyone to their own extent.

we're "creative", i think, because theres something we dont let out.
let it be by actions, or words... spoken words- at that.

so we come up with these forms of art, whether it be drawings, or putting words down in a haiku, or.... even forms of addiction.
to fill this void.

and even though many things are already exposed on paper, or whatever the medium, its not necessarily exposed to the people the artist MEANT for them to be seen.
so in a sense, its still bottled up, deep, dark, unexposed.
-thats why so many artists are fucking nuts.

They wonder if the void can ever be filled, and if it does, does the creative spirit die.

every person is different.
its hard to find two artists who express themselves exactly the same way for the exact same purpose.

to not speak generally, i guess it'd depend on the person.
i DO believe the creative spirit will die though, once the person's reason to create 'art' is understood.
-maybe not so much the creativity, but the passion for it, and the NEED to use art as a form of expression.

Life is A Blank Canvas.
Like the artist longing to find a way to express himself in the perfect way to be understood,
there are people in the world today that in the same way try to be understood.
Because nobody does... The choices they make in life, are in a way, ART.
what you've done in your past is art. All has reason for it.
memories are art.

after all, art can be anything. actions, words, ideas... triggered by life and its experiences.

But as it was, and always will be...
Art is misunderstood.
When the artist paints in black, The audience sees in white.
...
and if the audient is of high social status...
his view, is what the greater population will see.

setting an overcast over the artist.
to never be understood.