Are you?
Do the faces you cast outward uplift and question, do they leave the world wanting more of what you hold inside your frame. Do you speak volumes in silence and convey a message you never needed to utter. Do you evoke emotion by simply existing in the sight of a stranger. Does your composition hold a narrative for more than just your own sake...
But are you art?
Do the sounds you bark and wail strike a chord in another. Do your lyrics find the voices of the people at their height... at their depth. Does your tune live inside someone else's forced and uncomfortable vacuum, so that they whistle and hum your existence back into their reality for one tangible moment, one solace, and the two simultaneously belong.
But are you art though?
Do the words you choose conjure life in vivid pictures. Do the sentences you form paint worlds and impart experiences too foreign to be lived by most, but manifest sympathetic avenues to knowledge, wisdom, fantasy, and perspective. Is your story one that you alone thrust forward, or does it speak with the strength and integrity of its own legacy.
Are you art?
