Art means everything to me. When I pick up my pencil and stare at this empty, blank page. I feel every emotion come to life through this image in my head, that i cant quite explain so well. This image of my happy, sad, stressful, painful memories. Even though, this image i drew or painted wasn't what i pictured in my head. Sometimes better, sometimes worse, but that doesn't make any differences to me. As long as i get my emotions out into a blank page, that now has a meaning. The meaning of every memory of my life, the meaning of my world that i see through my eyes. This is Art, life is Art, this world, and galaxy is Art! I don't care if my d