Art is not an easy thing to love. There is a level of sensitivity that you have to have, a level of eccentric-ness you have to posses, in order to understand Art. And even then, you won't understand art in it's entirety.
It's like trying to understand a mystery. We might be able to reach our own conclusion to it but in reality it will never be solved - there isn't one absolute truth to any mystery in life. And if there were I don't think we are meant to find it.
Therefore to love art is to undergo a turbulent relationship. To love an artist is even worse. Maybe that's why I don't let myself fall in love with someone or vice-versa...I enjoy tranquility. I even enjoy the desire to achive love but in reality never loving.
Which is probably why my art is so messed up...
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