Hi I’m “ART“, and these are my unspoken words, my opinions!
These words were encouraged by the likes of Masters that abide by no law nor societies conformity. I find comfort in the world of masters that set us free as we are, to be taken or left as we are. See, in the world of Master Sounds Tabuu
I am created to the limit of his satisfaction, the last touch is the last touch. I will NOT be edited to suit the eye of an oblivious hater. When he sees perfection in me, then I am complete, I am his happiness.
In the chamber of Master Dunn Phantom I find peace, I am his joy and contentment. I am a puzzle of notes and keys. The only decree I accept, is the level at which you listen to me. I am a melody of his ability, composed to satiate the craving ear. I am Art of sounds and reverberations, a concoction of thumps, hits and Rhythm.
I am created to accompany the vocal Art of Master Qricha, I mate with the lyrical other of my kind. We get deep and deep until we form a poetic harmony, filled with rhythm and sentimental confrontations. Together, we make u ponder as we exude stanzas that are filled with meaning. We are ART of the gifted, given meaning, we are soothers of your soul.
See, I was created this way, my edges and contours tell a story. See that funny, odd flaw was made so I stand out just a bit, it’s a mark that brands me and I’m fine with it. I don’t know if I please the eye of a human, but what I do know is that I do catch their attention. My creator formed me to portray a tale that only s/he can tell. I am the vision/vocal of what runs in the mind of a human artist, my master.
I am ART, I cannot not be deemed Wrong nor right. If u question my “form”, then you are questioning the aptitudes of another man. See what I am cannot be graded nor rated, because, I am the chance for u to see what runs through the very mind of your kind. Words cannot Articulate my form, I am an expression of thoughts and Talent. My master created me for his own satisfaction and imaginations. You are allowed to be captivated by my form, as long as you don’t criticize my norm, gages and conditions.
Someone has to make a living right? So they put a price on my kind and this opened an ingress for humans to judge us. Master has to to think twice before he unveils us to the world to slay his “talent”. Oh how harsh and bitter of the humankind to crash each other’s endowments down. We are not formed to be rated and certified, yet we are. Ever thought that when you degrade me, you are degrading the strengths of my creator, your kind?. Ever thought that my existence gives you the chance to see what you may have only fantasised about or imagined?. Oh wait, have you have ever thought that, I am made of forte, sweat and stint?. No wait, don’t answer. I am not going to thrill you with the obvious.
If it were up to me, i’d stand against it all, societies criteria to standardize us, Laws of art, and professions of talent slaying. Our beauty lies in the stories we are made to depict. We are the perspiration of what was once a dream, a thought, and emotion and we are the confinement of TALENT, therefore I say, we are priceless. You should be lucky then, that we have been tagged with value and we can be adopted with your precious dime. Take me home with pride, pride of knowing that I am the power of another man, formed to capture the attention of an arty eye. But I have been turned down, because I made no sense to the oblivious purchaser of my kind,rejected.
Now I stand, draped in Rags of dust and dirt, I am unwanted,even by my creator. The hands that made me touch me no more. The mind that birthed me thinks twice about my purpose. The eyes that ensured that I am what was once a thought, don’t even look in my direction anymore. I am like a forgotten feeling, I’m love unwanted, dear me.
I am the expression of creative human skill, applied into a form, I am a tangible figure of unseen thoughts and imaginations. My kind comes in visual forms that branch out into paintings, music, Literature and Dance. We work well hand in hand. Without music,dance wouldn’t be, and within literature lies paintings as the visuals of the story that the author is telling.
As i conclude my dialogue, I plea the world to A
espect and T
ruly understand the uniqueness of ART.