Artists are not born. Artists are not manufactured.
Artists are molded throughout a lifetime of pain, suffering, and an inability to express themselves through a normal means of communication.
Emotional, social, and conventional intelligence may allude them. Normal daily living fits them worse than a round hole for a square peg. But hand them their medium of choice, and what they do with it will amaze you.
You see them everyday. With pink hair, with dark hair, with no hair.
Creativity oozes out from true artists. To an extent that is infuriating, frustrating, and unsettling.
These types do not pay attention in school. These types appear withdrawn from their jobs. These types have have an obsession with designing, with altering, with perfecting. It is an obsession that the world views as destructive, for the world does not recognize its use.
The heads think about money, elevating social positions, and collecting material possessions.
The artists contemplate beauty, craftsmanship, and a longing for a world where they are free.
Freedom to do things better. Freedom to find out what is possible. Freedom to dream their own reality.
Dream your Reality.
Thomas M. Watt
© Kingdom of Kingsley, 2015
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