My soul

Can art save our souls?

I represent the human figure in my pieces. I can't even say most of them. But, all of them. If I make art, there's human. Even knowing it could be anomalies.
People have a spiritual need and mostly physical need. The spiritual I chose to pursue through the practice of art. I don't even care sometimes if it's good or not. It just fills my need. I don't think I can ever be happy without it. So, I think my little figures are the artistic element of my personal identity. Other people use religion or philosophy as the element. Or sex. Or music...which I include as art. Music is art. And I truly believe that. More than my own little figures. Because it effects me emotionally in a way that I cry ... that reminds of my childhood...or when I loved for the first time.

But how much freedom art can obtain? Can you do whatever and say it's art???? "Bull shit". I say.
Artists throw themselves in and out of it. This is the freedom I know. This is the freedom my grandpa showed me, shortly....and sadly. But today art is subjected to economy....actually what isn't?

Is there any preparation to be??? Can you become an artist? or you born like that...PUFF!
I just realized that there's art and products of art. It's not possible to recognize the phenomenon of the creator outside of his universe. What is this f...universe ? If somehow I manage to transport that universe....I can die happy.

I can look into my parents eyes and say that being away for all these years was worth the pain.
I can look into my own self and say that I'm worth existing.
I can look into my Lindo's eyes and say I'm worth being chosen.

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