When I stare at a blank page, without a thought, unable to come up with an idea. I have a block, and when this happens, it is as if I'm drowning. The air is being sucked out of me, as I'm slowly suffocating. My very life is being sucked straight out of me.
When I am drawing, creating art, is the only time that I am truly at peace. The only time I can escape... In my life I feel the evil and hate. The madness engulfs me, slowly plucking away my sanity. However though, no matter how hectic things may get, I can always escape to my fantasy world that comes from the end of a pencil: where I am able to create, and nothing else seems to matter. I am lost in the moment.
A picture says more then words ever cold, for one of my illustrations is the deepest look into my soul, and my inner most thoughts. To some it may be just a picture, but to the ones who are able to see with there soul and not just their eyes, it's so much more. Some images I won't post, because they are far too personal. Looking at someone's art work, is lookin at their bare naked soul.
Art is what defines us as a species. It is our humanity, and what separates us from the animals. Art, I believe, is the only thing in human nature that is ever really pure, for art is the least selfish feeling. It is our thriving passion to create. That is what really makes us who we are as a species.
>Which are you?