You will struggle. You will fall down. You will be hated. You will face many defeats. You will be mocked. You will be alone. The world will not give you recognition. The world will not give you, your due. Against all odds, if you still persist and create your art, it will be a victory! It will be your victory. Finally, you would win.
Art turned out to be an extremely happy accident.
Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page.
She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or canvas before starting her next masterpiece. How satisfying it was to mess around in paint gear, without having to worry about spills, starch or frills, that was the life!
We are the young and reckless hearts, destined to fly, and fall, and fly again.
The world doesn’t treat the wild souls well, because maybe it doesn’t quite understand. But in the end it remembers the super novas that burned so bright we blinded them all.
Art is the bloom that makes life bearable
Creativity is the brain's invisible muscle -- that when used and excercised routinely -- becomes better and stronger.
Everything I dreamed of became a reality, and my reality became a dream.
The artist who cannot conquer difficulties is not going to be much of a success.
For a great artist, life is about searching for something that gives you an insatiable craving to go further and beyond.
Great artists have wild and untamed reality.
Art is a mythical beast. It takes out all your primal instincts to awaken your dormant myth.
I am an artist, and I am a piece of art.
I exist for the art of existence.
Through Art I keep me all to myself.