Painter uses his brush, in a wide array of movement to present crystal clear thoughts, or fractions of visions combined with beliefs, making the picture capture the unique moment in the artist's mind. Musical compositions on the other hand tell a much wider story, mixing feelings that are interchangeable and can become entangled to creative madness forming an infinite loop of emotions lasting approximately 3-5 minutes.
To be honest, I love art, in every form, every nano-meter of art, every particle in its micro cosmos. I blatantly trust in honesty of art, that childish type of innocence that artist provides us with, pushing away any boundaries by letting us visit a part of his brain, maybe hidden by others.
Roots of creationism comes in our natural craving to create, to write our thoughts, be it with pen, brush or simply with words, recording it. Music is a form of mind resistant to hand of time, to ageing, and can be a powerful weapon used for both good and bad.
Call out your inner child. Bring your imagination to a boiling point, forcing it to get out on the surface thus enhancing your power to materialize thoughts. Create, my brothers and sisters, create articles, photography, pictures, music, etc. Break any boundaries, be truly free by expressing yourself at a primitive level, at a level that opens your mind to new possibilities, free of shackles of the modern society. Break free!
Your thoughts are that which could shine in the dark, which could defeat all the wicked ones waiting for us to fail. Art is something that grows to infinity, burns like a never ending fire.
In the end, a poem, from me to you, from my heart to your minds, words in time.
Mind
"Walking the endless road full of dreams,
My mind was drowning, it seems.
Helpless body, soul that sleeps,
My mind was drowning, it seems.
In the end, all that matters,
Shiny road, rocks that shatter,
Nothing could break my dreams,
My mind is beautiful, it seems."
RiverCityGuy
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The poem is my work.