i like being an artist.
being capable of making beauty out of me.
being capable of expressing myself better than everyone else,which results a sheer satisfaction later on.
being capable of seeing everything so differently from commonplace public's views.
being capable of enjoying the solace of art.when you feel nothing is upsetting you,nothing's happening except you and your art and there's no tomorrow.it feels really great.
i like lying on my bed or floor,sitting on my sofa or the marble floor,playing either clarette or regin,crying myself out as much as i can,just to empty myself.
i like snatching any paper or canvas i see in my eyes,finding a pencil or paints or brushes or pens like crazy that i could flip the house upside down to find one,and started drawing something.from a dot,to a line.from a line to a circle.from a circle to an art.and oh wow,the satisfaction i get in the end makes me want to celebrate the whole world.
i like taking any camera,my phone,my dslr,my sister's camera,my friends' cameras that catch my glance.turning it on,pressing any buttons that's there,and started taking macro pictures of anything around me.and i will go on and on and on for hours till i get tired.
i like reading London's eighteenth centuries poems by all the famous poets.is it about love or life.and then digesting it in my mind.and started to write one that's pure from my own self.
oh,wow.art is my whole life.i can't describe it well enough with my limitation of vocabulary skills.but art is like the best boyfriend,best friend,sibling,parents,
thing that ever happened to me.
and that clears the question;how would you feel to give up your own life?i feel like i'm dead and gone,and mean nothing more to this world.