I found the Artist’s way, I found it in the Feng Shui
I never believed in Feng Shui but I see it now,
the flow of all energy, the flow of the good vibes.
I found it on my own
without scriptures and saviours,
without substance or abuse.
I found my true campaign in individualism and expressionism.
And in my search for the artist’s way, I found another hero’s journey
Nietzche said that he was glad to be misunderstood by his contemporaries for “to understand me is to experience me”
No truer words have been said because to understand me is to understand the depths of the conqueror, the contours of the resilience of the Roman
The spectators can never truly understand the conquest for they have never conquered their own demons
they live in the shadows of the constructs and fear the color of reality.
for they have never ventured into the depths of their void
they see my suffering and wonder
how does he write letters from the battlefield?
how does he smile as he burns and bleeds?
how does he share vignettes of a larger painting?
Simply because I am an artist at war, a warrior in art
I paint with my blood
I paint with my tears
I paint with my sweat
This is all of me.
