HI SISTERS ! WHEN THE SKETCHES ARE SCREAMS THAT CAN BE LISTENED BY SARAH ROSE FROM SOUTH AFRICA. CHEERS MY DEAR!
This world constantly breaks my heart, and so I need to make art. It allows me to hope.
I open myself to the heartache in this place. I let it flood my heart and fill my mind until my thoughts are exhausted and I am battered, broken, cracked.
That is when I make art. That is when I remember the beauty of humanity.
Can this feeling be shared? Can art be used to give other people hope? Can art help other people exist?
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