Everyone goes through pain.
But channeling that pain into a work of art is on another level.
You feel the pain of others including yours
You stay in your pain to create,
And see the product of your pain in the works you create.
Others relate because you poured out your very soul into your work.
I am down, bruised, unhappy,
But only I can feel and channel my emotions into what you read.
My feelings mixed with my words are unique
My feelings aren’t
Neither is the ability to write
But when they come together, I tell a story that is uniquely mine
Written in the blood of my emotions
The tortured artist.
Nobody sees the pain
Nobody sees the bloodstains on the lyrics, brushstrokes or elegant movement of our bodies
Nobody hears our inward screams.
The lonely moments in the bathroom where we prayed to God and wished He could take failure away from us.
It’s a journey, but I am glad that through it all, people can connect and come out feeling better than they were.
It’s a cross and a treasure
It’s a gift but definitely not a curse
Life of an artist
We are filters of internal and external stories
They run through us and what you see is life through our broken stained glass souls
Broken people with a message
Some find healing and reflect a brighter light through their works
And others never do, reflecting the very darkness within their souls upon the canvases they work with
To be an artist, truly great as can be
Comes with a personal journey and experiences that no eye may ever see.