i dunno if it’s just me but i can never properly convey what i’m thinking orally. especially when it comes to art. whenever i draw and somebody asks for the meaning i just can never explain it at all in the moment, it’s so strange.

it’s midnight so I don’t know if I’m being coherent or not, but please read this. I want to convey my emotions and thoughts to everybody. ❤️

oh, one more thing. i love writing but im not much of a writer, haha. sorry if it’s difficult to understand what im trying to convey at some points. good night for real ❤️

learn to love the beauty that is art as well. sweet dreams everybody, keep drawing ✍️

it’s midnight and i wanna go to bed, but please know; i love you, anybody reading this. doesn’t matter the amount of love you hold in your heart or the amount of hatred you hold. i will love you for you are art, and i hope for those of you who carry so much hate can

heck, I don’t even know if my ramblings here are coherent. but the mere process of writing it is now ingrained in my body and soul. free from pressure i became able to just describe my true thoughts and emotions, doesn’t matter if they don’t make sense, i put them out there

try looking at the piece from a different perspective. try to interpret in a different way. try to love it despite it’s flaws. try and work off it. try and make it convey the love you feel for it if you must. the key to art is process, as without it we’d never have product

you are loved because you are art. you hold value because you are art. you are beautiful because you are art. the beauty in art lies in the process, so please don’t give up on a painting just because you don’t like the direction or screwed up the colouring. try again

you are the process, as your emotions are you. i don’t think anybody ever becomes a product in the end. our lives are the process of art, as we develop more and more and we discover more and more and we think more and more and we love more and more. you are loved.

art always has value simply because of the emotions invested in it, and therefore you have value as well. everything in your life has shaped who you are. for better or for worse, I feel that’s a beautiful thing. you were once a blank canvas and now look at yourself. you’re art

and I love art as much as I love the universe, as they are one in the same. I love you all as much as I love art, as you are a work of art. no matter how many times you deny it, you are beauty for beauty is art, and therefore the universe and therefore you