What makes an artist?

Bravery.

Realizing Truth in a Mirage of Materials

Good morning, folks. Have you ever walked amongst your fellow humans, perhaps in a cheery academic institution, yet felt as though you were a ghost, existing in a permanent state of deus ex machina? Fear no more, your intuition is correct; YES, get the *%&* out of there.

I've reached a place in my life where I look back on my last few years, of complete willpower and potential, and realize I did nothing I really loved. I watched the assured faces of conformity, and sacrificed myself to feel some of that security. Thus, leaving me a confused artist with a stack of B's, but no real portfolio, or sense of accomplishment.

I have no choice but to rise from the depths of despondence. Those lurking, swampy pools are to be learned from, and avoided. They may be attractive in their mystery and allure, but overall, they do not contain the true mystery and allure of life, but instead an illusion of it.

I cannot speak as if this is easy. My entire family was discouraged me. Broken records. I am still in the cut of taming the beast.  This can be a constant state of awakening. However, I must foster the properties inductive to awakening, as mere reflection and petty fantasy are useless on The Path.

I want to share my art with you.