You can't create creativity. You have to just open up your soul and let it all spill out, then clean up anything you don't like. And whatever is left over, frame it. It's now art.

Everybody makes art of some sort. Music. Collage. Paintings. Writings. Sculptures. Knitted scarves. Giant balls of lint and aluminum foil. It's all art, and we all make it.

So what's the difference between the kid who secretly keeps all of his art in a box under his bead and a millionaire artist who has her face all over TV, magazine covers, the Internet, and sells their work for thousands of dollars?

The "nobody" artist keeps their art a secret, and the successful artist manifests enough bravery to show off the secrets of their soul, their art, publicly until somebody eventually walks by and says, "I'll buy that."

Of course, there's always the art critics to contend with, but remember, they're just lashing out because they're too cowardly to show off their own secrets, their own art. Ask them to draw a doodle or write a poem on a napkin. That should shut them up.

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