A dying Artist

This blog is not happy either

I have neglected the Art and the Blog in pursuit of science

Conferences, workshops, presentations, so much research!

This is not good for the Artist

It is the Art that makes me, Me

The research: anyone can do that

But no one can paint like me

Because no one feels what I feel

No one can hold my tears like the canvas does

No one can capture my sadness 

And no one can hold and twist this pain into such beautiful, heart rending stories

Only the Artist can do this

When I was at the bottom of the abyss

Having lost all hope

Knowing nothing but endless failure

The Artist gave me a chance

And the Angel gave me a reason

Outside the abyss, I can't see the art

The Angel is no more an Angel

The Artist too is not making art 

I see no way out of this

For I fear to enter the Abyss

But outside the Abyss, I cannot make art

I fear to listen to the Muse

Yet only the Muse speaks of Art