Art can be an emotion, distorted in it's proportion, when in your deepest moment in thought your perseption takes you beyond reality.
In a fleeing moment you can question hope, and acknowledge it's existance.
In despiration we can cling for validation or disolve.
The artist chooses life. When in their most humbled moment they choose to express that emotion through their eyes, and give back to life what it has given them. Sometimes sorrow and sadness, sometimes happiness and joy. Whatever that emotion, it is an energy and emotion shared amongst many... One that gives us all hope.
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