Art of Life

Is it that art imitates life? Or does life imitate art? If it's the latter, then my life has been Expressionist from the start. It may not be aesthetic to you but there is an enigmatic grace that stems from the subtle remnants of pain, permanently etched in my face You may find my art to be grisly, truth be told I can't blame you people condemn that with they don't compare and for that I can hardly shame you. If I said graffiti was aesthetic and you were to tell me that it's not how would you denounce the value of the works of Jean-Michel Basquiat? Art has no set shape or form the beholder decides its appeal. Your inability to grasp art's allure doesn't make the beauty any less real. A lack of pain can render you sightless, baffled by struggle and strife. So I see why you can't realize the marvel in the art of my life.