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At the soul of an artist dwells two personas: The Creator and The Destroyer.
Both are pure. Although seemingly opposed to one another, they can be allowed to work in unison. Sadly, many attempt to capture one or the other, not allowing the freedom that both provide. The end result of this is seen in the writer who spends day at night in a drunken stupor, rising on occassion to create things of intense beauty and passion or the painter who will leave family and friend in dire need if any interruption to the "beautiful life" occurs.
Either Creator or Destroyer can cause harm. The Destroyer will alienate itself from others (sometimes violently), fuel the lifestyle with hate/frustration or similar emotion, and ultimately create havoc in the soul. The Creator will belive in nothing but "pretty things," live a lassez-faire lifestyle without ever helping those in need, and ultimately dry-up the soul for lack of passion.
The two, working in unison, is ideal- Passions will fuel the need to make a world of beauty.
//end//
//p.s.//
i can see Reality towering above my hopes and dreams with a fiery hammer. His broken teeth gleam black under matted hair.
Both are pure. Although seemingly opposed to one another, they can be allowed to work in unison. Sadly, many attempt to capture one or the other, not allowing the freedom that both provide. The end result of this is seen in the writer who spends day at night in a drunken stupor, rising on occassion to create things of intense beauty and passion or the painter who will leave family and friend in dire need if any interruption to the "beautiful life" occurs.
Either Creator or Destroyer can cause harm. The Destroyer will alienate itself from others (sometimes violently), fuel the lifestyle with hate/frustration or similar emotion, and ultimately create havoc in the soul. The Creator will belive in nothing but "pretty things," live a lassez-faire lifestyle without ever helping those in need, and ultimately dry-up the soul for lack of passion.
The two, working in unison, is ideal- Passions will fuel the need to make a world of beauty.
//end//
//p.s.//
i can see Reality towering above my hopes and dreams with a fiery hammer. His broken teeth gleam black under matted hair.