Dear Artist
It has been hard to write. There has been so much of life the last few months I am at a loss to say. Do the words I have mean anything to you anyway?
Dear Artist. Have you taken for granted the eyes you have to perceive the world and the mind that gives you conceptualization? Where is the color in your face when you think of the many things to make? Do not set it aside. Do not forget this life can be a fight.
Dear Artist. Have you started saying that word when you introduce yourself to him or to her? Do you believe it yet? What does it take to make you believe what we can see in your soul? There is no one that can give you the ability to breathe it and mean it.
Dear Artist. You have sweat through the work, bled through the hurt, and still give your time to something no one else will do for you. The work that matters for others to see once you let them rip it up for wealth and no reason on a whitewashed wall, into tiny unstretched pieces. You cut your teeth on a new idea dulled under the sun after they look over your shoulder and tell you it's been done.
Dear Artist. When you put it away, did you call your loved ones and did they tell you not to stray? The dream you poured into did not fill your cup. Or did the cup you picked up was already sourced by the skeptics?
Dear Artist. When you close your eyes and clear the voices, do you hone in on new optics? Or is the scare too deep, the critique not fruitful - to the point that you’ve become hurtful? You abandon the joy and the peace you once knew, only to stand alone, believing and living untrue.
Dear Artist. You walk by the spaces that once fueled windows in your mind, where colors poured over and voices once cheered in the makings of your work. You catch glimpses of your worlds in your mind and it reminds you of your heart in kind. There is a pencil on the dusty floor and scratches of old papers you grasp. Don’t let the hesitation block what was meant to be. You once put in the work, it's time to unravel the harm and see.
Dear Artist. Your heart, mind, and body only beat for one. Do not let the others fold you in pieces and encourage you to move on. There is a reason you are made to taste and see the way you do. It is not for your own glory but that of divine unfiltered truth.
