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Such an arrogant species we've become, thinking ourselves far more important than all other creatures inhabiting this planet. Self-importance blinds us to the fact that we are making ourselves a fatal disease to all life forms. The antibodies are massing. We're due to be removed.
When I awake and find myself blessed with another day of life, I ask myself: what can I do to make this a better, happier world? How can I do for others in a meaningful way so that we may all find greater fulfillment, even in the face of great adversity? Artists are crazy people.
Is it a sin to daydream, to have a head filled with visions of wonderment, to burn with creative desire? Is it wrong to follow drives that propel one to make intriguing images, to reveal mysteries that would otherwise remain unseen?
#Art is really a prayer to the Supreme Creator.
This is for the oppressed, the refugees, the imprisoned - physically or mentally; to all those whose life is bleak, colorless, harsh and oft too bereft of magic and dreams, suffering a life seemingly unbearable. For the overlooked or discriminated against. This is love - for you.
This is for all those whose life is bleak, colorless, too harsh and too bereft of magic and dreams, a life seemingly unbearable. This is for the oppressed, the refugees, the imprisoned - physically or mentally. For the overlooked and discriminated against. This is love - for you.
A true artist is an intrepid explorer in the tradition of those who charted new lands. An artist maps vistas never seen before and only will through the talents of that respective creative. An abstractionist records the most amazing locations of all: those found deep in the mind.
You may read a book a few times, you may watch a movie a dozen times, you may listen to a song a hundred times, but a good work of art will last you all the days of your life, sometimes longer than even family or friends. Quiet and steadfast, forever a visual refuge or sanctuary.
The world can be such a cruel place. After thousands of years of recorded history, one would suppose that we would learn important lessons such as how to get along.
Learn from art. Colors exist side by side to create a big picture.
Why can't humans do similarly?
Hey! We can!
MAFO
Some #artists shout and yell, desperate for attention.
A shout is short-term.
Yelling is not sustainable.
I tend to smile.
Lingering.
Enigmatic.
Fraught with hidden mystery.
Like the countenance of the Cheshire cat - still there, long after everything else has disappeared.
— MAFO