Unusual, absurd, sincere, touching and beautiful

"Art, in whatever form it takes, is the unconscious filter of experience.”

Brandon Boyd said that. It is actually really amazing how a person can reproduce his everyday experience on to a piece of paper, or into a melody, or just retell it. All artists search for their masterpieces in the street, on the buss, in the supermarket, at a night club, in a relationship, in a one night stand, in their cat, or dog, in the weather, at the beach, up on a mountain top, at home, or at a friends house, in the gym, at a concert, under the stars, on rooftops, at a bonfire, est. Even the simplest experience can turn into something big, beautiful, touching, life changing even.

Authors get brilliant ideas for a bestselling novel from a simple dream.
Painters paint emotions, like love, hate, fear.. Emotions that aren’t simple essentially, but If you place them on a canvas they become perfectly clear.
Photographers capture moments which let alone are more than impossible to explain with just words.

Art is in every fiber of the human life, it’s a matter of sense, do you see it.. No, no can you see it and what will you do with it when you see it. And I’m not saying some can explain it, the once that can see it, no I doubt someone can. Can someone explain and describe the sensation of love, I doubt that too. Explaining is not a way, it’s not an answer. People always search for answers and most of the time they never look deeper into the question. You know what they say: The answer is always hidden in the question. I don’t know how true that statement is but I don’t see the point in answers. Most of the time they hurt, answers are the truth and truth is cruel. The fact that it’s hidden is cruel as well but forcing it to come to you, to understand it, to know it is not the natural ways of things and life. When something is ready to be part of your life (truth, people, experience, love, emotions, optimism, addictions, inspiration, moments, est.) it will make it’s way to you. And like I said it’s all in the ways you see it, if you see it. Keep your eyes open and it will come to you.

The hole I was in the past mouth or so is now closed or I got out, or it threw me out, no matter it ended and it’s all coming to me again and I’m seeing, feeling, understanding without forcing it as I did. Time is never what we think or believe, it has it’s own ways, it comes and goes, it takes with it or it leaves behind, it explains and hides, it can never be measured or stopped or sped up, slowed down. It has a life of it’s own and it is the only life every other form depends on.

What is your perfect embodiment of freedom?