Art

Every so often someone makes me question the validity of my writing and why I share it in this space. I wrestle with it for awhile and then I let it go.

I write because I feel the need to. Because I want to. Because, to me, it's art.

This video helped me let it go again. And, it made me smile.

I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world

If I write them and then recite them are they worth being heard?

Just because I like them

Does that mean that I should I write them

And see what might unfurl?

And I think of the significance of my opinions here

Is it significant to be giving them?

Does anybody care?

Just because I'm into this 

Does that mean that I should live like it?

And really, do I dare?

Art, art, art, I want you.

Art you make it pretty hard not to.

And my heart is trying hard here to follow you

But I can't always tell if I ought to.

So I ponder the points of my art in this life

If I make it, will someone take it and think that it's genuine?

Would they be glad that I did because they got something good out of it?

Would they leave me and be any more inspired?

And I question the outcome of the outpouring of myself.

If I tell everyone my stories would this keep me healthy and well?

Would it give me purpose and to this world some sort of service?

Is it worth it? How could I tell?

Art Manifesto

Great ideas come from great bike rides.

Pass it on.

Art will take you places.

Plant seeds.

A broken heart can make great art.

Experiment.

Don't care too much.

Art, art, art, I want you.

Art you make it pretty hard not to.

And my heart is trying hard here to follow you

But I can't always tell if I ought to.