What does it mean?

Being an artist? What does it mean? Being obsessed? Or maybe just normally crazy? Or maybe… weird even?

No idea. I just paint. I have no choice or whatsoever. I have to paint. Nobody asked me if I wanna be an artist, I mean never. Weird? Yeah, I was born with that! But being an artist? It is not something you choose… there is so much more. This feeling, strange itching in your hands, crazy thought, looking at the world differently… seeing this what is invisible for the rest. Or seeing nothing…

There is a calling, not a choice if you ask me. But I am still not sure if I answered it… did I? Or maybe I did?


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