Shunned

It's curious how effortlessly art can fade from your days when life takes its course. You earn the degree, secure the job, and believe life has truly begun. Yet, quietly, the artist within you starts to wither. The days turn mechanical, and the connection to your true self begins to fray. Art drifts away, unnoticed, until after countless days spent tangled in work, the toxicities of adulthood, and the relentless noise of the mind, you find yourself yearning for a time when life was undefined—no plans, no schedules, no clocks to punch. It was just you and your brush and you danced upon the canvas for all the angels and demons of your mind.

~ Art's Fading Presence ~