It’s the art that survives
As we enter this new phase, I find myself falling deeper into my art practice again. I’ve picked up my pencils and paintbrushes. I’m watching more movies. Listening to more music. Staring at more paintings.
I remind myself that in the end, it’s the art that always survives. It’s the art that’s hung in museums. It’s the art that is celebrated.
They won’t be. History will reveal who they are and they’ll have no say.
Our creativity and art is our super power. Why else would they work so hard to control it?
