The People Look Like Flowers At Last

I’ve created a habit of reading a poem daily to inspire my artistry. I chose to begin with The People Look Like Flowers At Last by Charles Bukowski. While I love the cynicism and bitter flavor of Chinaski’s words, I find myself regrettably connecting to the unpleasantness that is, quite frankly, life sometimes. On the one hand, I am reminded of the polarity that is human existence: pleasure does not exist without pain. On the other hand, why didn’t I start with Rumi instead?! Nonetheless, I am sticking with my decision.

For me, art is a way to connect to the present moment. Art makes us feel something, and we are all connected by these mutually experienced feelings. Emotions breathe life into us, fleeting as they may be, and I am here for them all.