As a writer, there is something I envy so much about artists.
I have words. I can do my best to make you see a scene. I can try with all the words in my vocabulary to express the emotion my character is feeling on their face. I can try to describe someone’s walk down to the last pebble they stepped on.
But artists make it happen.
There’s something so honorable about not a single word being spoken, yet an entire story is told.
In writing, there is much less room for interpretation, yet in art, you slap what you feel, and someone else can see it in an entirely different manner.
Artists will always be my biggest inspiration. The patience, work, and dedication that it takes to be good is the same as writing, but my God is it more satisfying to watch the growth.