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~Soubi~
I can't help but scowl at those who compare art to breathing.
The very act of expression is so much more than that and thus should be treated with much more reverence than we give the involuntary and often unnoticed process of inhalation- only precious to us once it's well and truly gone.
No. Art is not a common life already in existence.
It is a powerful death in the making.
The ever necessary ingredient for what is often more beautiful than the paint shall ever be and the gentle birth that follows in it's grim wake. Symbolism born in the yawn of an unscrupulous muse. Delicate strokes of the finest caliber pulling life from the void though no color, canvas, or skill can do justice to the images in my mind even as I look on my rendition with adoration, a darker shade to what I generally prefer for this beautiful creature but lovely nevertheless.
He's crouched before a great darkness, the only light to be found in the timid undertones of his hair, flesh, and eyes. All things dim in comparison- naturally. Even the navy blue butterfly watching over his shoulder, a silent presence willing to pull him from the depths of his ill fitting canvas if only he'd grace it with a command from those innocent lips.
The artist in me sighs...
"You're such a perv, Sou-chan!"
...for what others will clearly never understand.