Art as an addiction

art is an opuim of soul you have been born addicted to it
if innately your spirit formed in connection with art before you being an artist, that means you will be infected with virus of art whole your life.
As an output of recovery
this infection will be fixed only by creation
Before you get your skills are polished to start releasing in public,you could recognize your creative intuition when your thoughts about things are not familiar with how others see these things happen
-you feel what you are going to say others don't give it an importance .
- you prohobit yourself from expressing your thoughts in a language spoken .
-you get instead the inspiration bursts through symbolic terms you don't understand .
-you feel your spirit is cured at emptying creative charges you had inside into artwork feeding your addiction .

art with social roots

speaks through envirenment where artist lives, and demonstrates a number of issues linked to a community, and human being at all .
with the fastest adoption of individual to an art speech,it can be the most influencial power among community, than policy and journalism.
that what makes difference between polotics, as a form of public morality, and art as a personal income with social roots.
In this process art advance to be a generative resource,from which the aesthetic beauty,stems to entice emotions of the tasters.

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