MIND OF AN ARTIST

A true artist is he whose mind when presented with a mixture of beauty and ugliness will have a predisposition towards the former, at the same time being blind and indifferent to the later. He gets absorbed in whatever he does with no conflicts blurring his mind. Never vexed by the arrow of time, like an ocean he takes everything that comes with elegant indifference. Simultaneously deep beneath he possess an ever aching heart, which is the spring point of his angst. In his realm co existence of opposites is a fact and do not imply a contradiction. The burning angst in its attempt to soothe itself gives birth to what we call art. It turns out as a breeze for all the receptive souls once again affirming that we are not as distinct from one another as we think.

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