On Art

And there are people. People who have fingers smeared with charcoal and their hearts on paper. Their greatest ambitions scrawled in grease pencil. Their passion leaping across parchment in runny watercolour, and their deepest fears in abstraction.

And they think they are the artists, but in reality, these people are the art.

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