Lately, i discovered something that i’ve been my entire life…By exposing myself in the kingdom of art, i found freedom, the intrinsic freedom that is so reckless and vivid, which would make me burst into tears.
Instead of digging deep into the so called truth like philosophers, psychologists, scientists then convey them out through exquisite literature, true artists simply dream their own dreams by floating above the mundane world where people consider themselves to be so enthusiastic and tenacious. They give no accusations and offer no elucidation, they simply stay in the insulation of the beautiful state of their minds so there they can indulge themselves in the perpetual imagination.
It is a catastrophe for me to come to this point and realize i’ll never be an artist. No, im way too cynical to be an artist,im only a writer. Whereas detecting this kingdom of freedom somehow canalized me a path of novelty where i also realize how much i love art.
Art is freedom,the erogenous desire to freedom
Until now i’ve not yet met many true artists in this life, however, for those people who are so lucky to be this free, i’d like to stay in this mundanes and profanity for them, push the society of artificial computers and hypocritical politics forward, to offer them the sky at where they are floating and dreaming some constant fresh air so they can dream on.
You dont need to know either what i’m and will be doing or the hidden reason because as long as the bullets of reality have not invaded ur world, ur enchanting dreams will linger,so i can always see the hope of freedom, it’s enough.
