My world has not been a very creative place, of late. And in truth it has not been for some time now. A vast dry empty desert of nothingness void of original through and truth. I can't say for for certain why this is but I know it needs to stop and soon.
I can speculate. Point an accusing finger toward to any number of variables: I'm too stressed, I have no time, my money is gone. job sucks the life out of me, it's all politics, ect.. and blah blah blah
In reality it COULD be any of those things sure, and it could be all BS and I'm making up excuses because I have not put in the work as of late.I'm not only talking about the creative work but the emotional labor too.
Also, I have not been looking at the world quite right, it's been to strait forward, not enough side ward glances and skewered perspectives that allow me (us) to see the world in new and creative ways.
The rain keeps falling on my head....sometimes
I took the above photo a few days ago. It shows the fine line between the chaos of a down pour and the calm sunshine of a summers day. I wonder how it would feel to be right there on the edge between the two. Is there a fine line where the rain stops where I could run back and forth through or is it more if a gradient of soaking wet...kinds wet...hey look it's sprinkling out....dry
That's actually a nice way of looking at creativity. A balance between the Chaos and the calm. And maybe that's my problem, to much one way or too much the other way. Dancing with the one and not the other never finding balance in the center. Afraid to get wet and avoiding to sun, instead of one hand each world.
It's not easy for me to find that balance. That's something I do not like to admit. because it use to be so easy. I lost practice over the years and that makes it a struggle. That leads me to believe I am not capable of creativity. That I lack the initiative to seek out my lost muse and reclaim the sense of passion for creating something-anything new and sharing it with the world.
Maybe it was that I simply became afraid to share when it's so easy to be lost in the hustle and greatness and the voids of every day.* If I don't make it, they won't come and judge*. kind of thing.
I don't have the answers. Art has no correct answer, only statements and questions.
So make more statements. Ask more questions. Be uncomfortable. Seek the balance between the comfort and the chaos.
Commit to making great art and sharing it with the world. Because we need it and you and we (I) need to create more of it.
Embrace to empty canvas of your personal medium.
Be brave
what are you waiting for? (this question above all I should be asking of myself)
~meditations
