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Dear Artist,

Updated: Jul 30, 2024

You’re free now

Free from your dungeon 

You can become anything

Create

Anything

It is okay 

Just to play a little

You don’t have to solve life's riddles 

You just have to be

You can let creativity produce novelty 

You have a safe space to run wild

Remember that this isn’t a race

It isn’t a chase

It is only people moving

It is only the world grooving 

You don’t have to be anything

You just have to be

And now that you’re finally free

You can create your reality 

Tell the stories that you need to

Fight 

If you need to

Be you

Stay true

Never sellout 

Be the light

If you need to

And

Don’t be scared of the darkness

Be bold

Dive headfirst into the unknown

Continue to grow

Feel free to express

Tell them how life is

Don’t preach

Or teach

Everything you can imagine is within reach

Embrace the shit

Create a legacy 

Take what's within

And bring it out

The shadow needs to breathe

He needs to be let off his leash 

The starving artist can’t drown in the darkness

Because that’s some of the best fuel 

The starving artist loves the struggle

They enjoy the pain

They use their heart, soul and brain 

To make magic

They carve out a piece of themselves

And paint with it

You have no limits

Imagination is powerful beyond measure

You can transform anything

You can become anyone

Give your whole to it

Be it

Become it

Embody it

You are the artist

And you’re capable of anything

You’re extraordinary 

Take flight

And fight

If you need to.


CH 7/24/27



 
 
 

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