What feels true.

It is art, that connects us.

It reminds us of the depths of feeling we have in us.

Reminds us of our humanness. Brings humbling and humility.

We are all never safe from death. We don’t have guarantee for success, for longevity and prosperity. 

We are creatures, that have the universe within us. 

We are like little caterpillars between two mountains, yet we have infinity dwelling within us. 

We are so big and yet so little.

So vulnerable and fragile yet so strong. 

Out of control but capable of changing the world. 

And art reminds us of that. Of our nature.

It takes our heart and gifts us our initial pulse. A sense, that brings us to life again.

For all we can do in fiction, in pictures and stories that are not real, there is a deep truth in it. 

We need a sharp mind and a willingness for truth to be able to uncover and see it, because artists can breed a lot of shadow in their works.

The question is: is it art, that was made to get something from it, or is it art, that gave you something. 

Life is so precious. 

There are so many who are not given the chance of living a true life, for art to be revealed to them. 

So many who are blind and blunt and exhausted.

There is no spring of life dwelling within them. 

There is no inspiration in them. No color, no melody, no poetry. 

I was one of those. Although I was not entirely lost, my soul knew the comfort of art, but it did not find it’s way into my daily existence.

It felt an unreachable place, reserved for the lucky, the unbroken and healed.

It felt of being asked for too much, it felt like elite, like one could only reach it, when earned. 

A place for the best, the winners, the prospects.

But art does not come with success. And art does not come with being worthy of it. 

Art is a right and a foundational ground of human being. 

It is the garden that blooms within every one of us. But we need to find it. Which means we have to face fear and rejection and loneliness.

It is a place we can only enter with few people. 

Somehow it feels even very special to me to enter it alone. 

For there is a place we can only enter alone, but that is beyond art. 

Want I want to say is: I believe, that a human being has a world in its mind, imagination, that is so real and so fulfilling, that is so natural. 

And I would love for everybody to find it, feel it.