Death of an artist

I have been blessed enough in this life to have crossed paths with many visual, musical and all round artists. I have also been able to witness the fire in their eyes. That glare filled with ambition, curiosity and pure will. A drive that was incomprehensible. A spirit filled with hope and a burning desire to paint the world with bright colors. Art has inspired me on countless occasions, by art I mean to ability to recognize beauty. Unfortunately, I have also seen that same spark you would find in the eye of an artist burn low, I have seen that burning red turn to just a glimmer and finally flicker away. These have been very sad occasions for me when I have witnessed semi dead people walk amongst the living. What was once exciting conversations about life and the arts turn into random chit chat about this and that; nothing really important. It is the vicissitudes of life that kill the spirit of the artist, the regularity and the innate responsibilities of it all beat the LIFE into the artist. What an interesting thought, who ever said that LIFE had to be regular and boring. What I find more interesting is the fact that out of the box thinkers were eventually beat into submission and then finally a BOX. To be completely honest. I do not know how to keep keep an artist alive, I just know how I plan to seek my own truth and hope awake. I plan to seek beauty in random moments. It is not enough that I wait for 'special' moments, I should make moments themselves special. My grandmother once told me that life is war..., I had no inclination of what she meant. But maybe, just maybe she meant to tell me that I should never lose hope.