My immature inner artist thought that experiences gave root to astounding works of art, but as I have gone further down this road, I continually see that it’s the moments we may label as mundane that are the most impactful:
moments of silence to ourselves.
transparency with our loved ones.
slow steps of growth followed by louder criticisms of doubt.
It’s things like these that breed impactful art, because art is not to showcase the extravagent, unattainable or unimaginable;
art is to show others that finding meaning in life is less about opportunity and more about paying attention.
(So, I would almost suggest that:)
if what you create doesn’t encourage your viewer to appreciate their own surroundings, then what are you really doing?
There is a lot of noise that makes us want to be different:
our bodies thinner,
love life richer.
It’s this wishful thinking that capsizes our appreciation for here and now and with whom. So, as bold as it may be, I would ask that if in some way the art you chose to practice only heightens yourself, stop and rethink:
who are you creating for?
and what are you saying?