Art is breath.
Art can be as natural as breathing.
Honestly, I do not understand why people keep asking “why” when it comes to art.
Not every act needs some grand reason behind it. I used to make art simply because it made me happy.
Not every act needs some grand reason behind it. I used to make art simply because it made me happy.
For me, art is also resilience. But it is only really possible when I am stable.
When life becomes too hard, art can feel like a real luxury. If there is no room in my mind, I do not have the time or energy to think about art, even though it makes life more beautiful and helps me deeply.
When life becomes too hard, art can feel like a real luxury. If there is no room in my mind, I do not have the time or energy to think about art, even though it makes life more beautiful and helps me deeply.
I think art and making can simply be one of the things we do, just like being born, eating, sleeping, and living.
So honestly, I do not really understand why, when it comes to art or making, people keep attaching questions like, “Why do you do it?”, “What is the reason for it?”, or “What are you trying to say?” Not every act requires some grand reason behind it, and yet art seems to be constantly asked to justify itself with special meaning or legitimacy.
It seems to me that these questions come from treating art as something overly special.
It often makes artists overly self-conscious, even pushing them toward a kind of narcissism.
It often makes artists overly self-conscious, even pushing them toward a kind of narcissism.
Could it not simply be like an athlete training,
something you keep doing, repeatedly, without always needing a grand reason?
something you keep doing, repeatedly, without always needing a grand reason?
