Give Your Despair to Art

           We are a flame.
           As you live, the world will do everything it can to snuff it out, change the heat, change the color, and turn it into something else.
           
            Your job is to keep that flame going no mater what. Take the storms and use it to glow brighter, so when you leave this world you a ‘better’ light than when you began.

            I think we kill ourselves by snuffing out our lights. It takes a while to get it burning again.
           
           Keep it safe, no matter what.
 
            Life will through shit at you. That’s the way it works. Don’t let it kill your light. I recommend taking the tumultuous energy and giving it away to art.

            Nitty gritty gross paint on canvas cut with a box knife painted on the hard wood floor. There is paint on your hands and shirt and boots and you had to spit on it because there wasn’t water available; you pushed in the pencil and markers so hard they broken, and when you thought only you could hear others were wondering what were you killing up there?
 
            You're not killing anything, you’re creating something from nothing. You’ll hate everything about it. It’s art. Once it’s done, it doesn’t belong to you anymore.
 
            That’s what artists do; we give ourselves to our work, literally. We give away the things we feel to the medium. Translate and interpret how you will.
 
            Never forget what an important tool this is. As artists, (humans) we feel so much, but we are not creatures meant to keep it all. If it burns you, let it burn a canvas, or a saxophone solo, or paint by number, beadwork, astrophysics, etc.
 
            It does not have to be a masterpiece, but it probably is.
 
            You are human, and you must create, you must keep the light burning, and you must let the terrible things go.