Works Of Art

Creative people have something deep inside of them that whispers constantly. Something impossible to ignore, a tickle in the back of the mind, butterflies in the stomach, an itch in the imagination that will not go away. A hunger to pour forth what is more felt than understood, to a world whose ears are muffled in cotton and eyes clouded by fear.

Driven by passion, defined by feelings of colors and scents and sounds, they struggle to turn this into something that others can at least get a whiff of. It is an attempt to become visible wearing only their own skin, unblemished by the tattoos of a society that has tried to cover up every square inch with heavy lines and lists of rules.

No wonder then that each new creation often drains the artist of every ounce of energy, leaving only a soft, satiated creature who must take the time to recover before beginning again.