An artist in the truest sense has within his/her personality a mode of thinking that lies in between all the various modes of thought that must be employed in some way in order to get through each day. This mode of thinking bares constant witness to human atrocity and malice; not by choice, but by some thing that has been talked about and denied in various ways throughout recorded history.
A certain proportion of artists are unable to function normally in society because, in their eyes, the rules are more of an obstacle to be cleverly avoided than anything else. This of course leads them into some form of societal trouble. Other artists find through their content, context, and analysis of what they see a feeling of undeniable complexity filled with indescribable things that must be sorted out in some type of framework, some canvas, some type of something in some way.
Some people have no choice in this life and a true artist is one of them. Their real subjective pain should never be taken lightly because it is through their expression that they give life to the life they know, the one they see that holds no compromises to anything but change as it is seen through the one lens that is clearly identifiable to them... the one thing they can and have always counted on, Times Charge