It depends on you how much you want to reveal through your art.
You can keep everything in the margin or you can let it seep.
You can let the art be a distorted one without caring about rhyme or colours or you can let it be free and forget about the world.
There are two kinds of artists.
One which survives on their art while the other which survive on love.
Those who survive on their art don’t have the love of family and friends, they are very much alone and isolated in their world, they keep on doing that which keeps them happy it can be writing, painting or anything creative.
The other group is balancing two life one with family other with their passion. They know they can’t leave either of the two because they need the backing of the family to pursue their love.
I have seen both kinds of artists and though I belong to that group which is always balancing two lives, always chasing time to manage chores of home and the chaos in her mind, my heart breaks for those artists who are on their own.
Who just have their art to fall back to not that shoulder where they can lean on, not those stories which they can borrow when their own words fail or that love which tells them it’s okay to fail.
I feel for them because in the starry sky they are that lone moon which needs to wax and wane each day. They are that poem which needs to be polished each night under the million stars, they are those lost souls who need to burn bright. Maybe that’s why their art becomes that page which we love to carry, that’s why they live even after dying.