I love the way art travels. You create something and you put it out in the world. It could be a drawing, a photo you take, words spoken or written, music or what have you. Even how you wear your clothes. It’s all art and it all has an effect on the world once at least one other person comes across it. And once one person has come across it, it potentially can live forever. You can’t delete what has been seen or heard. You can’t deny it. You have to accept it and then move on. In the event that you put something out that you’re less than proud of, which we all will at some point, you can only hope that your newer, truer creations will trump the old ones. They usually do. That’s the beauty of art. That’s the beauty of life.
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