A Bravery in Artistry

It takes bravery to be an artist. Or an artisan at all. To create art is a brave thing. Art is meant to be felt not just read or seen or touched or looked at it. It should elicit some emotion, it should make you feel something. In order to create something that beautiful, you have to be willing to break down every last one of your walls. You have to be willing to tell your story, to tell of your loses and your losses and your heartaches and your joys. It’s like having an emotional break down while being locked in a glass case in the middle of a crowd. People will look and judge and know everything about you, but it’s beautiful in a way. To be able to bare your soul and spill out all your secrets is an incredible feat. Whether you’re a writer or a painter or a sculptor or a photographer or an artist, you’re creating art. And it’s terrifying. Terrifying and somehow totally perfect. But you have to be secure enough in yourself that you can dare to show all of you to the world. You have to be confident enough to be willing to just open your suitcase in the middle of the street so to speak. Because once you create from that raw, honest place in your soul, how could people only look at your work? That much emotion, that much storytelling, it demands to be felt. It has to be. So yeah, I think that any profession where you create something from nothing but emotion and idea and creativity is brave. It’s brave and beautiful to be that broken for the rest of the world to observe.