Art has always meant to me human expression. There's something in people, some sort of drive to express themselves to the outside world; to tell others of their own personal pain or joy or any other feeling or idea they own. Art is the color of life's black and white outlines. It's the inevitable act of our emotions coming out of us constantly every day, even when for the most part we don't think of it as that. Art is everything we think about life, and death, and what comes after or before, and how we belong and with who and for what reason. Everything that has ever mattered to anyone and everything that will ever matter to anyone.
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