There has always seemed to be a barrier between sports and arts.One does not necessarily appreciate the other.Which, in fact… in truth, is 100 percent lie.
Art is competitive.Art is jealous.Art is dirty.Just like sports.
For some it is an outlet.For others it is life.
There are more similarities than there are differences.
There can be a natural proficiency.Both take a relentless drive.Both come at a price.And, both can define a life as much as a career.
Like it or not, as many people are moved by sport as they are by art.That doesn’t mean people are stupid.It means they are different.
No matter what your medium is, everyone is one just mistake from having to start over.
You are never safe.You are never untouchable.
It takes tenacity.A tenacity that can’t be taught.A tenacity that seems crazy.
Be creatively crazy.Be an asylum of athleticism.Nobody will do it for you.
You must do whatever it is you see yourself as.Practice. Repeat. Repeat.If you do not do these things, you are not what you hope to become.
Starve for your art so that others may feast on your creativity.