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Art? There's no such thing. Art is elusive. It's supposed to be untouchable. It's the air around us. It's the soul. It's nothingness and it can fill the emptiness inside. The search itself is art. It's not the end result of a thing. You see a canvas that's filled with colors, you hear music, you experience dance... But all these are mere reflections of a process that's constant, that's beautiful. Art is an idea. It never was and it never will. Because to achieve art is to cancel yourself out. And then, what is there left? There is a void and art is what makes it full. Art is a jar made of clay. You empty it to fill it with water. You empty yourself to make yourself whole.

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