Tuesday 7 February 2012

Art and Death

It is our fear to death
the ultimate reason for
creating.
It is the fear of ending.
The anxiety of feeling the clock ticking.
The desperation of realising
that one day, we won't be no more.
No more.
As far as we know,
we don't fucking know.

Inquisitive towards institutional on-a-tray-laid man-written religion,
we pursue a journey
where we dig and dig
trying to reach the deep sands of it.
Through art,
we explore the different dimensions to life,
the layers to it.
As many layers
as our spirit's depths,
or heights.
As dimensional as you want it to go.
Timeless. Eternal.

Art is a journey of life
because we fear death.
Because we desire to remain,
forever and ever.
Desperate for grabbing the Now
and engrave it in the shape of colours
sounds
or words.
I don't want it to finish.

Listen to me!

Not just yet!

(...)

A legacy that will stay and live on
through years and beyond eras.
Art.

Our fear.
Our spirit.
Our desperation for life.

We wouldn't create if we didn't die.

Liricasoul 7 February 2012

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