Art

A need, a dream, an illusion, a technique, our voice, love, justice, our hopes, faith, beauty, God.

Obligation, reality, rawness, chaos, lies, pain, outcry, despair, skepticism, ugliness, us.

Who are we when we make art?
We are these ones that want to face up our reality and want to forget it at the same time.

A piece of paper works as the mirror of our wishes, of our angels and our demons. A deep purple can show our love and our hate. The same Adam that reaches God's hand in Sixtine Chapel later is expulsed from the Paradise.

Work to show, work to express, work to sell. It is nice to have the experience that somebody wants you to draw or paint something for them and they say "how much would it cost?". I use to smile and keep silence for a  moment. Even a simple sketch of us has some of magic money can't pay.

Art, some of fantasy and some of realism too. A human being playing to be God and a man with goals, love, dreams, enthusiasm, but hungry too.

What is Art?
Art is being human, a search of meaning through  materialized feelings and emotions, thoughts and doubts aesthetically arranged.

It's cool this thing exists, isn't it?