Artalize

  It was 5 am, I was supposed to be asleep already. Two hours ago I thought I would just read a page or two to see if it was any good, and read the rest the next day, but now I was sitting in bed with my face and blanket drenched in tears, and my brain spinning. The book, a digital copy of a manga I randomly found, seemed to know me. Not because I was like any of the characters, because I wasn’t, but the way the author portrayed art, felt so personal, and it resonated so deeply. I felt seen on a level I had never felt before. I marveled at the visible care and effort put into each panel, and the dialogue that felt so real, and I knew I wanted to create works that are just as beautiful and inspiring. I opened my sketchbook and began to draw, with a sense of purpose that hadn’t been there before.

We are like news reporters  Constantly relaying our lives to each other  Trying to fit everything into a single broadcast We wait like hungry dogs, ready to devour today’s meal  Unsatisfied by the liquid and scraps we are given,  We wait for the day our meals will be full, and eaten together

  Lost, as though I’m Dorothy  I follow the set path  Only to look back and realize  My answer has been right here  The whole time

It is us that dreams while awake  It is us whose dreams are tangled  It is us who untangles the dreams  It is us who understands the body  It is us who understands the mind  It is us who breaks what we understand  It is us that sees the truth  It is us that creates the truth  It is us that knows there is no truth  Do you know us? You know us.