Without much confusion held there in his heart he sat down to hammer away at his art. The words they flow at times like burbling brooks at times he must search for them in reference books. Perhaps the true purpose of this here existence is to keep creating with patient persistence at something at anything ne'er before seen is to keep on finding what's hidden between those everyday notions that stand there and rust that lie around collecting mountains of dust. To distill some truth from the essence of nuance is all that the artist desires and wants for this is the highest that he can achieve – to pull the decisive card out of his sleeve to bring forth some thinking from minds sad or dull to fashion for fledgling dreams a solid hull. So take up that pencil or take up that brush and set aside due time for art can't be rushed yet do it not for you do it for our race for all humans living in every place.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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