“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
There is freedom in the truth. Making art seems to be a direct path to tell the truth because what ever happens to be in your heart tends to come out at the end of your charcoal as it makes contact with the paper. This can be shocking sometimes particualrly if we are out of touch with our inner selves (which happens to be a common occurrence in our present cultural of distraction and hurry). One of the things I have noticed over and over is how vulnerable people become in front of a work of art. They will begin to speak about personal, even very private things with ease like it is suddenly the most natural thing. It is as if being in front of a work of art is being in a confession booth. I think good art always comes from honest place and the resulting cultural artifact draws the viewer into this same spirit of honesty and revelation.