the artist

by prasanna   Jan 30, 2020


art is the deliberate undertaking of
mining the unconscious to a
conscious expression.

kneading demons into submission,
digging bodies that we buried
long ago, all so that their ghosts
can serve as a muse,
trading sanity for ink –
zero sum.

when the hurt runs dry:

i. does the art stop?
ii. would the artist be finally happy?

    report violation
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  • 4 years ago

    by Sunshine

    I agree with star. hurt doesn't run dry. the artist could be happy at times until the ink is refilled. ink comes and goes but the pen is already there and so is all that Which is buried in the unconscious.. just because it's not expressed yet doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

    in all cases... you are such an artist ^_^

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    I think the hurt never runs dry, so neither one :)

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