As I let go slowly, of the need for everyone to experience my work exactly as I experienced creating it,
As I let go slowly, accepting that meaning changes as I shape the moment compared to another person encounters it,
As I let go slowly, realizing interpretation belongs as much to the receiver and as much to the creator,
As I let go slowly, am I sharing a deep inner experience or demanding agreement from what I expect from others,
As I let go slowly, my interpretation also lets go of a kind of ownership that becomes slowly lighter to carry…
As I observe intently, as different people stand before the same work and let them leave holding entirely different kind of truths as they convey their own strength,
As I observe intently, amazed that one creation can instantly awaken many emotions without losing itself,
As I observe intently, resisting the temptation to correct meanings that differ from my intention is always what resists me from creating,
As I observe intently, am I merely defending my most creative pursuit, or am I simply defending my unwavering attachment to every creative endeavor I bring into the world,
As I observe intently, I profoundly embrace the present moment, and certainty gradually releases another layer of letting go of any kind of expectation…
As I understand now, that resonance travels in each and every directions I cannot predict and should not attempt to manage every kind of change that comes along the way,
As I understand now, because the moments that changed me most often arrived through unexpected interpretations that I cannot even understand at first,
As I understand now, that connection does not require identical understanding to be real and authentic,
As I now understand, am I seeking a deeper connection or trying to control how I am perceived based on what was created,
As I now understand, the plans I have made for myself and the unexpected tenderness of my own inner changes…
As we remain connected, to those who created before me and those who will continue long after what I have created,
As we remain connected, through ideas, symbols of my own stories, mistakes, discoveries, and conversations still starting to unfold as I keep on creating,
As we remain connected, aware that every creation enters a dialogue that aligns with each and every progress that comes along the way, only if you don’t choose to give up,
As we remain connected, can I trust that my voice belongs to every kind of witness who is willing to engage in the inner work within exchanges through connection,
As we remain connected, and continue to create and just go on with the process, we build something beyond our current imagination.
Now, the work feels less like mine and more like ours…
Watchwords:
Ownership becomes lighter
Certainty loosens another layer
The difference feels tender
A dialogue already in progress
More like ours
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
