I want you to imagine there’s an unknown feeling going through you. You can call it energy, flow or let’s say it’s like your circulatory system. It is going through your body and keeping your heart beating.
The exception is that this feeling carries so many emotions that are overwhelmingly good. It has whatever shape and colour you’d like, yet you can’t feel it. However, you know it’s there. This feeling is likely to circulate faster when you are doing something you like, hence you feel it more deeply.
This is how I feel when I am passionate about something; in my case, art. This passion and I go way back to when I was a kid. It was at the age of 3 when I first started to define my feelings towards art. The first time I took paint with my hands and spread it all around a sheet of paper. At 13, I painted my clothes which made my mom and I get into one of our daily arguments, yet I didn’t regret what I did. Since then, this feeling has never left, and so far it’s the closest thing I have to freedom of expression. It’s a reminder of how lucky I am because instead of writing a song or a poem I could create in my own head things that weren’t seen on a daily basis. It is all the beautifulness that I thought I’d never had, put into something as simple as a drawing.
Now, when people take a look at art they think of it as knowledge of the basic colour scheme, how the textures of a painting work or even something only for the creative minds. Yet, it’s amazing how the truth is even simpler than that. Art does not dwell on your knowledge, technique, or how creative you are. The base of a true artist is to listen in a storm of sounds and to look in the empty space. It’s the way you respond to different situations, and the way you look at them or hear them. It's all the emotions it conveys when you are doing something you are really passionate about. It’s in that moment of silence in your head when time seems to stop, thrills of tranquillity emerge and all your senses are stronger, making you feel as if you had company within the silence.
Take a sport as an example, the feeling of getting ready, putting your equipment on and heading to the field, is similar to preparing tools for a sketch. When it is game time, and you play, this is comparable to everything with different colours, and portraying your emotions. The number of brush strokes you use is equivalent to when you change your speed or movement in the game. On the other hand, music for example, and how much time it takes to prepare the pieces, melodies, knowing all your notes and practicing them until it's perfect, just for the big moment on the stage. Playing the chords and notes in the right key. Feeling the beat through your body as you go by expressing how passionate you are about it while feeling the sense of the song. You can find art in anything you are truly passionate about. From the simplest image in your head to a major work of art. An artist feels the emotion that it carries within it.
So, after finishing your game, concert or performance, when everything is over you look back to the art piece you just made, that game you just played or that song you just performed. What do you feel after you are done? Passion? Relief? Love? Freedom? Or, an answer more simple yet so complicated. Everything.