What does it mean?
When money don’t mean much.
When fame is unwanted.
What does it then mean?
Would our all still reside within any of our work if there
was no promise of riches? How does this change the attitude towards our
artwork. Everything is not up for sale. Some things should stand unobserved by
a scrutinizing eye. No price guns ready to label our hearts and sale our
dreams. Are we the auctioners of our own damn dreams? Where do our dreams and
hopes reside? If the place is within our hearts…then these aspirations are
sacred. My, have I violated the sacredness of my art. It has turned on me so to
speak…rephrased it is I who have turned on it. What does it mean to write with
intent? What does it mean to have intent in everything you do? From taking a
shit down to composing the most beautiful piece of work ever. Its hard to get
this back. Writing from a place so deep within your heart. Its as if the words
were already there from lifetimes ago. I told myself stories. Perhaps stories
that resides within me. The stories of my ancestors who live within me. The
stories of all of the spirits travels. I need to take a different approach to
writing. Desperately.
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