but it is
my life.
to be in love with creating, browsing, studying and encouraging art, is life.
those times, when inspiration gets so overwhelming that you can't stop thinking about it, and you want to stay in that atmospheric dreamy state forever, are truly worth everything.
those are the times when i feel at home with myself, and the world disappears. i don't think drugs can compare.. not that i would know
can you relate? can we love the same things, in the same way?
my favorite poem, if you know it, is "In An Artist's Studio".
we had that poem for our literature course this week, and when i told my teacher my analysis, it turns out i've been wrong. i had gone with my first impression, that the whole poem was about love for art, and the insane inspiration force that drives some artists mad.
but the story is another.
writers, i think, would be disappointed if their poems get interpreted in an other way than what it was meant to. but as a reader, i feel, there is no
wrong way of analysing... what's the point, if you're just going to try and calculate and figure out the exact meaning of someone elses words.. puzzled together to become a poetic text or lyric?
intrestesting, elaborating... but not as giving. at least, that's what i think.. and i think a lot, maybe too much.
did you know, graphite smells divine.