Lately, I been transfixed on the work and lives of artist, that I’ve always admired, since I was a youngster. While there lives seem untouchable and over the top amazing. It was there demons, which made me more in love with them. It might seem crazy to say something as morbid as that, but it’s there sweetest down fall, that made them what they are now. Sure, while the art made them house whole name and stupid rich. It was how they become such and such that amazed me to my core. If they didn’t go through the hell they did, I don’t think there art would be as good or as famous, as it would be today. Of course, there are plenty of artist who kept it squeaky clean and gone on to become famous, without being shot, died from a drug over-dose or killed themselves. However, it’s the ones that get lost in the art, that you truly remember. You can’t shake it off, no matter how much Taylor Swift tells you to. Art is the fabric of our lives and these talented creatures, gave us that and more, until they couldn’t anymore. Now that’s something to remember, even after there long gone.