Art makers
I’m so grateful for the existence of people who make art. For those who express themselves through any form of creative work. It makes me feel less lonely. It’s extremely validating. When I read about myself between someone’s relatable lines. When I can finally identify a certain feeling I’ve always felt deep down inside as I listen to a song that helps me accurately describe it. When I stare at the colors of a painting that touches a part of me I‘m not able to reach on my own. When I watch an intense movie and feel the tears streaming down my face as I come across a precise representation of something I’m going through. People who make art are blessings. The world would’ve been such a dull place without them.
