Master Of Art


As a master of art,

You do not belong to yourself.

Your art does not belong to you,

Your mind does not exist for you,

Your hands carve not for you,

But for the masses

it is here.

It’s for the ones that came before

And the ones that will come after.

Your art infuses culture

That culture gives rise to history

And history rolls on to collective thought,

Forever and eternal;

So long as one’s society

Lives on.


Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins

We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.

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