Who is an Artist?
An idea lays between the gap of a weeping teenager and an artist.
One seeks an attention to be healed, one seeks an attention to be criticized. An artist does not settle for a praise, instead despises it. The comfort of a praise stabs them in the gut and throws them handful of doubts.
Hear me now.
Everyone is an artist. An artist who struggles to express the art that resides in them. I am. No an artist. Not one. I reside in that gap as an idea. An idea that prefers to be felt rather than being praised.