CREATIVITY

I tried to paint again. I thought to heal again.

On the edge of chaos and order.

Creating order out of the chaos.

Rejuvenation, novelty and authenticity.

From the outside, it may seem futile.

But giving a perspective to the world, the very world which never thought of it before.

For you see death of a human as just loss of his presence but art sees as loss of his thoughts.

For it is made of thoughts and feelings.

Creativity gives us the shared bond.

And the world a sort of warm emotions.

Think about it, for a minute, all the eccentricities and peculiarities. Think about feeling everything so strongly.

Reclusiveness and solitude comes in handy but that’s a vintage point to the artist.

That’s exactly what creativity is about. It gives a sense of living and a way of feeling alive.

Inspiration and imagination.

Diving into the soaring sensations for you are oblivious to the piece that will come out.

The very piece which will make you an ordinary oddball of the planet.

Your pointless skills now reaching to a point through the trial and error. That’s something, that’s everything.