There is a special kind
of love affair between
artist and art.
It’s a relationship full of
judgment, criticism, abuse,
dependence, neglect, pain,
tears, starvation, desperation,
scars, games and tricks.
It is all encompassing, all
consuming and self effacing...
But it is a in fact a very
special kind of love affair.
See art cannot exist without
it's artist and an artist has
no purpose without their art.
Together they inspire,
develop, create, question,
grow, achieve, conquer. They
make the other better and
the products of their passion
radiates beyond themselves;
evoking emotions in observers.
Oh this love affair is epic! Far
from easy; usually feeling
pointless. It is not for the weary
but it is a special kind of affair,
a love affair I willing embrace.
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