I have always had a theory that the most creative among us are often close to the edge of sanity.
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.
Madness. Defined as a different way of seeing things, of perceiving reality. Madness, defined as obsession, as being persistent against all odds, being unreasonable in the face of obstacle.
Madness. The artists’s way of suffering, of being plagued by self-doubt and depression and numerous addictions.
Madness. Being unable to form social relations with others. Being different. Being awkward.
Madness. The lonely voice of despair you hear when there’s nothing but darkness and silence around you.
Madness. To give up on the immediate pleasures of life for the opportunity to create something that might endure for eternity.
Madness. Without it, there wouldn’t be art.