Define Art.
To me: the expressions of oneself through a creative medium. Expressions of oneself are influenced by the artist’s opinion, and these are derived from the society they were born into, grew up in, will grow old in but also what they wish for and what they long to escape into.
You don’t need to be intelligent; you need to be gifted. You need to be gifted in the ability to express yourself. You need to be able to swim against the tide. You need to be able to hold your head up high, when all you want to do is curl up and die. You need to put everything into it: your heart, and soul, your love, your lust, every emotion, that lingers in every dark and forgotten corner of your mind.
Art a middle finger salute for other people’s ignorance. Or the expression to cry out; to make other people realise, crying out in the form of words, images, drawings, rhythm.
Three Little Letters.
The Three Little Letters that can change the world.
The Three Little Letters that can change a person.
But art is also apparent in language and language is how I chose to express my art.
Define Language:
To the ignorant, English is less than a language. Merely a disrespected tool. Something they use every day and do not care to appreciate. But to me, she is more than that. She is a friend, a lover, a constant companion through the bitter times of my life – as she has been there for many men and women before me.
She is a medium through which I can confess my deepest, darkest feelings which must be hidden from the world. There is something almost magical about her mystery. How she steers the certain through their paths and aids the uncertain onto theirs. How she can be a rock to support you at the saddest moments and a glimmer of joy in happiness.
But who is she? Who is English?
She is a framework. She is the subject of study. She is controversial. She is beautiful. But, ask yourself in the deepest hour of the night: Who is she?
She is French. She is German. She is Latin. She is a composite of her past. A representation of England herself maybe? She is the sum of her experiences.
As is any other person.
Could this be why we relate to her? We have so much in common, as we are not to be taken at face value. If you look deeper into the depths of your soul, you will soon find a delicate beating heart, no matter how tough the iron exterior.
"Lovers may come and go but you remain constant."
-26/11/2010
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