Anatomy of the Artist's Soul

Picasso would be right. He once said, "Art is a lie that reveals the truth." Color, sound, and taste may not be real. However, the experiences it engenders are as real as life itself. No money can afford it. Indeed, people need the money and things to live on. However, without art in his life, he will feel empty. Suicide feels better.

That is my belief so far. Art, in all its forms, makes life, which is always absurd, beautiful, and colorful to live in. Art is the handiwork of artists. They are scattered in various fields of life, from painters, sculptors, singers to software programmers. They are the people I like the most in the world. In the hands of their colored souls, a variety of amazing works are steeped in history.

Their work is born of anxiety. Artists are restless souls who itch to create and beautify the lives of all of us. They are full of questions. The answer is not with a conceptual formula, but by evoking real experiences and feelings. They do not hesitate to go against the old mindset. In their eyes, tradition is something that must be changed, not blindly worshiped.

Because of his courage and intelligence, artists are often misunderstood. They are considered troublemakers, so they are feared, hostile, and even killed. However, they didn't give up. From the anxiety and social pressure they often experience, they continue to create to beautify life. From their minds the birth of new ideas that were unthinkable before. The governance of society, to the way of life for liberation, seems to have come from their hands.

Amid a society full of conflict, the artists offer relief and beauty. Their mind is a mind that crosses all religious, racial, and cultural boundaries. With chilling works, they are the real peacemakers. Deep down in our hearts, we are all artists. Children are true artists.

They can dance and sing freely. The spirit of art has disappeared because public education kills creativity. What remained was a pile of undead who were only obedient and poor in color. Returning to being an artist, whatever the contents of our daily lives, that is our real job. Only then will we be able to dance and sing happily amid an increasingly absurd life.