The birthplace of art rests on paper (in some cases on a computer program). However still, both locations assist the growth of beautiful things until they bloom for the showcase. Art is just like its talent artists, it has variety. Unlike the talented artists, it lives forever.
Do you know how many artists who outlived their masterpieces? None. The list of them whose art is alive is endless. Try naming them all. I bet you would be tired after the twentieth name that escapes from your mouth. Lives were lost, and loved one cried. They will never forget the final moments. True, the dead silence is painful, but it’s the memories of loving they remember the most. The smiles, the laughs, and the “I love you”s make hearts warm as fire. Memories are the gears that make the cranium clocks tick.
An artist is never alone. A support rests below him or her, lifting him or her as his or her foundation. A family loves while a “friend” can “only do so much.” A family cries together. A family laughs together. There is no such thing as failure in its eyes. Two families exist if may, the domestic and the workplace. The domestic family lets one go to his or her work, and his workplace family gives him the room to come up with his or her ideas. There is no such thing as the fall. Through the right and wrong, the family is the artist’s guide.
What defines an artist then? Is it a spark of talent that lights up in the shadows, and just that one person discovers it? What turns a hobby into a career so quickly? How could one make no money but then make millions? There is no doubt that business becomes a beast, and it takes a strong one to tame it. The weak ones let fame consume their souls and become slaves to the dark side. The strong talents will learn how to move with the fame, discover how it functions, and that is how they will become so well known and beloved.
We all can shine like stars if we want to. There are some who stay dim to defend their normality. It’s not shallow. We all need privacy sometimes. We all need peace, don’t we? When we get it, we should hold onto it, hold onto it and never let go. Our lost are at peace now, and we must allow them to walk in the clouds without worrying anymore.
Monty Oum, we honor you. Thank you.