I seem to be more inspired when I’m sad, which led me to question the nature of artistic creation in general.
Must tears dilute my paint?
Must my ink be made of blood?
Must sorrow spark,
Must despair direct
My imagination?
Can art only exist
In a mist of melancholy?
Must I sink
To the dungeons of pain
To be raised up
To art’s masters?
Why must I shatter myself?
Could I not paint jewel colours,
Could I not be the advocate of hope?
No. I’m afraid that art is born in the same place
Where despair dwells.
Dommie - Art and Beyond 