What is art, can it be defined?
Are you only a true artist if you reach the brink of pure insanity? Is pure insanity truly insane or is it pure genious?

Are you an artist when you can take something so truly hidieous and make it elegant? Or is it the opposite, of taking so ravishing and corrupting it to an ugly horrification of disgrace?

Simplicity or complication? Light or Dark? Black or white? Is a contradiction shear art? .........Grey????

Or does it just plain not exist? Why would we strive so hard to portray life,love, routine, passions?
What are we trying to prove? Why do we want people to be astonished by us?

We don't want approval but we want to draw you in, intrigue and be indifferent from your everyday folk.
We all feel we have to PROVE something. We can't phrase it..... so we show it.
Why do we care and act as though we don't give a damn about what anyone thinks and yet we are so insecure we need critique.

Is it because no one knows who they truly are or do we have to find familiarity with those who expirence what we believe? hmm

.....Simple......Natural......Disturbing.....Cliche.....

original


Art doesn't exist, its that simple, I believe thats what they mean in the eye of the beholder.

How many licks the world may never know..........