No art form is better or worse than the other. It depends on our natural inclination to the field of interest.
Or anything else…
We feel a natural push and pull. Sometimes we love the art, and other times, we think colossal fear of facing it.
It may feel that we’re wasting our life by pursuing the art, but at the same time, we’re satisfied with what we’re doing, even if it pays little or nothing.
It feels like our natural habitat where we fight, cry, love, and get angry with our loved ones. There is a kind of irresistible attraction to everything in that particular field.
A mysterious journey begins when we start following our dream to become an artist in our chosen field.
I can’t tell you what art form is best for you or how to choose it; all I know is that we never choose art; it picks us.
Out of millions of aspiring kids who want to express their talent in one or another form, a particular art form selects the most suitable would-be future artist. It describes itself using her as a medium.
We, artists, do nothing except accept our destiny and follow the dream that the Universe has given us. We feel contented with the content we deliver, even if there is no audience.