Why we chose it...
Life can be lonely when everyone lives their own. At times making art either with a pen or a block of clay can seem like a call to the dark, or a scream in a crowded room. Everyone's screaming, so no one will hear, or no one is there. This poem reminded me why I keep screaming in the dark and joining the chorus.
The Fastest Way to Feel Alive
by: Benedict Smith
Even in solitude
You have a thousand friends
They live between the pages of your books
The frames of your films
And the notes of your songs
No one’s as pure as their art
People are art diluted
There is comfort in being alone
And you are brave, brave, brave
Find art that makes you die inside
It’s the fastest way to feel alive