As an artist, I often find myself pondering a question that feels like a mirror to my very soul: Does art need me more, or do I need art more? It’s an interesting dilemma, one that stirs up a swirl of emotions and thoughts. But after much reflection, I realize that the answer is simple: I need art more.
Sure, we often talk about how art reflects life, how it mirrors society, and how every artist has a role to play in contributing to the world’s creative fabric. But in truth, it’s the very act of creating that sustains me. Art is my sanctuary, my refuge. It’s where I find meaning, purpose, and expression when words fail me.
There are times when I feel like the world is a whirlwind of chaos, and my thoughts are fragments scattered in every direction. But then, there’s the canvas—blank and inviting. And in those moments, I realize how deeply I need art to make sense of the madness. Art helps me process, understand, and even heal in ways that nothing else can.
In the end, perhaps art doesn’t need me at all. It exists in its purest form regardless of my involvement. But I need it to understand myself, to find clarity in the noise, and to experience the world in ways that transcend the ordinary. Through art, I tap into something greater than myself—a boundless realm of creativity and connection that I can’t find anywhere else.
Does Art Need Me, or Do I Need Art More?
2/12/2025
As an artist, I often find myself pondering a question that feels like a mirror to my very soul: Does art need me more, or do I need art more? It’s an interesting dilemma, one that stirs up a swirl of emotions and thoughts. But after much reflection, I realize that the answer is simple: I need art more.
Sure, we often talk about how art reflects life, how it mirrors society, and how every artist has a role to play in contributing to the world’s creative fabric. But in truth, it’s the very act of creating that sustains me. Art is my sanctuary, my refuge. It’s where I find meaning, purpose, and expression when words fail me.
There are times when I feel like the world is a whirlwind of chaos, and my thoughts are fragments scattered in every direction. But then, there’s the canvas—blank and inviting. And in those moments, I realize how deeply I need art to make sense of the madness. Art helps me process, understand, and even heal in ways that nothing else can.
In the end, perhaps art doesn’t need me at all. It exists in its purest form regardless of my involvement. But I need it to understand myself, to find clarity in the noise, and to experience the world in ways that transcend the ordinary. Through art, I tap into something greater than myself—a boundless realm of creativity and connection that I can’t find anywhere else.
So, yes. I need art more.