The artist. A solitary genius. A creator of beauty so sacred that we can’t help but love and fear at the same time.
“He’s a true artist,” we find ourselves saying, and it’s these words that conjure up the vision of someone whose inexorable destiny has always been to create, even at the expense of having to endure a lifetime of humility and frustration and social alienation…
The true artist is often misunderstood. They’re utterly and inconsolably alone with their art. And it is that art, revered by so many, that is actually a wall. The artist hides behind this wall, refusing to…
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