Creativity is like breathing
Art is like air
It is all around us
An ever-changing mosaic, a morphing composition of elements
Some nourishing, some poisonous, some merely innocuous
Some that demand attention with their foul repugnance or with their captivating, tantalizing waft
Some that fade into the background and are taken for granted or not noticed at all
We need to exchange it with other beings
And constantly inhale, take it in
Savour it
Exhale and release the screaming tensions inside
In order to stay alive.
Trees are like God
The rhythm, the high
The hedonistic imperative
Find your own way
Subscribe to this religion
of openness, of freedom, of DIY.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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