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Oscar Wilde


"I could never make art." They all say something different, but that's how it starts. I'm not good enough, it don't look right, I know this 'cause I've been there. We all have - been there. You just don't know. You can't figure it out, what's it about? Why should I go, learn, discern and turn it about in my head? I'm not meant to be an artist, musician, a poet, so I'll take my voice and stow it inside. I'll let it rot and die, be an engineer, steer clear of that fear and try to let it go. But what I wanna say is... Relax. Take a step back, rewind, keep in mind we've all been there. We know that fear in you. It's scary, but it ain't that new. See, art doesn't have to be good, and I got more respect for a rat from the hood with a can of spray-paint and a dream than all of the "real artists" who think it's obscene that this kid who don't know proportions tried to make sense of the twists and contortions of a world gone mild - wild, when you think of it. We've all gone crazy, but only just a little bit. So keep your chin up, little hood rat, "Life imitates art far more than art imitates life," Oscar Wilde said that.
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