Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.
Art is subjective, there are no rule’s nor are there real key guideline motives behind it. If you went up to an artist and asked him or her opinion on: What is Art? They wouldn’t even know themselves, as it’s something you feel inside you and impulsing you to do something or create something. Each person has their own view on what it means to paint a painting or to compose a song. Some take art as a way for people to express to just using it to make a quick buck. Others though do it as a cry for help, a continuous way that they vent at people about a message, a meaning. What is a story without a plot? So what is art without motive?
Adam always had that type of eye, he was born into a middle class family in the late 90’s and wasn’t he proud to be a 90’s child. Brought up on the morals of Toy Story and taught about meaning of friendship in Monsters Inc. Being the only boy in the family after his father died at a very young age, Adam was always trying to find that male figure in his life, while at first it was in his young years Sally the Monster to his favourite superhero Batman in his early teens, he was always looking and learning.
There was no real issue with his family, besides the size and lack of that male Role Model, his mother would take up most of the burden in raising him up. By the time Adam was 5 most of his sisters that he had for company had left the house to study at university. His mother was an accountant and would regularly put him in a playschool along with other children, but something never clicked. He would always like how his sisters would act, what his sisters saw was the norm and the right thing to do. In his young age, hugging another male was fine no? If his sisters did it all the time why couldn’t he? Children are so hurtful at a young age, they do not think before they act and just say their thoughts before they even consider the others feelings, and That's how Adam felt and was treated most of his life, under constant judgement from the norm.
He grew up with regular grades, even though he wasn’t the smartest kid in class he always had a nack in observation skills but lacked in social presentations or social skills. He always enjoyed sitting in the middle of the classroom, not too close to the teach but neither too close to the end of the classroom, where all the “cool” kids sat and as time flied by so did Adam imagination, slowly getting the hand of a pencil and paper, learning to draw exceptionally well at a young age.
It was his way that he could express himself, a way that was praised by everyone for his work without the need for talking as he always struggled to find words for the moment. Why talk when you can write? Why explain when you can draw? Why make a fool of yourself and rush when you can take your time?