A self-portrait

The image above doesn't resemble me, my eyes are not red. It just speaks to me. Speaks to me enough that I feel like I am it. I called it my self-portrait.

Art arises when you let your tools be free, be it your vocal cords, your hands or your feet. You get lost in time, you forget such a dimension exists. Does it exist? All you know is you and your expression. You dance on the rhythm of your paintbrush, your charcoal stick and you destroy what you want. It is fully yours to destroy. You create the smudges on purpose as you don't feel clean, you color your eyes red as you are sleep deprived, you exaggerate because that is how you feel inside. That is how the abstract part of you feels.

How do you lay down chaos on paper? How do you express chaos with technical music notes? They are just restrictions. Art is the closest one can get to the abstract and the chaos. A close second being science. Logic is overrated, when we focus on the illogical, the breakthroughs will start showing themselves. The world shouldn't make sense, and that is all I know.