An Artist Doing Time

(Melodramatic journal entry from 8.16.19)

You’re simply an artist doing time… That means so many things. I will feel lonely, and I’ll have to make peace with the idea of being alone. Through being an artist, you learn that by not fulfilling your obligation, you’re subjected to the most extreme withdrawal from the creativity you are holding hostage. Depression, agitation, and deeply rooted anger stemming from betrayal. An artist doing time… you see the world in more shades of grey, but you can also see the world in color. You see the world as a palate, and you choose the variety. You get the chance to view the world however you wish.

As an artist, you have the chance to use your despair (self-imposed). You’re an artist doing time. Life is a prison statement. Life is meaningless until you add meaning. You’re in control, you’re in charge here.

Your only obligation is to make art, but with that being said, you’re destined to figure that out. And maybe that implies living life which doesn’t satisfy your idea of fulfillment at times.