Wretched Guts of Freedom

The interesting thing about art derived from an ugly wretched pain is that the artist develops a greater understanding of that pain. To be moved enough to create something out of pain is an acknowledgment or confrontation of that pain, a process. The result of that process is a transformation with a deep meaning to the creator. The transformation is the eventual letting go or moving on.

Even with letting go or moving on, there is still that knowledge possessed. Letting go isn't eliminating or forgetting pain. Letting go is a choice. It is choosing to refrain from struggle. It is a freedom. The pain is there and it cannot be denied. It just exists in an altered state, another form. For me, that is the beauty in art. Even art derived from something ugly, wretched, and painful.

For me, it is freedom...