Art or Die
Obligation or opportunity?
Expectation or ecstasy?
Lately I have been examining the way I approach my artistic craft--primarily the written word--and refining the way I come into creative spaces.
Humans are born to create. Whether or not you identify as an artist, the ability to create resides within you. I have no doubt that many of you doodled when you were a child, sang off-key and smiled about it, wiggled with happy and uncoordinated dance moves to music in your head, and generally approached the world as if it were your canvas and you, the painter.
Maybe you still belt out the lyrics to your newest fav song when you drive to work. Maybe you play air guitar with the mop while you do chores (or you choose the broom as your dance partner: a lesser sin of mine). Perhaps you dream in colors that seem more vivid than anything in your waking life. An artist slumbers in us all and yearns for us to awaken that inner precious being with a gentle kiss on the lips, with our arms coming aroun…
Expectation or ecstasy?
Lately I have been examining the way I approach my artistic craft--primarily the written word--and refining the way I come into creative spaces.
Humans are born to create. Whether or not you identify as an artist, the ability to create resides within you. I have no doubt that many of you doodled when you were a child, sang off-key and smiled about it, wiggled with happy and uncoordinated dance moves to music in your head, and generally approached the world as if it were your canvas and you, the painter.
Maybe you still belt out the lyrics to your newest fav song when you drive to work. Maybe you play air guitar with the mop while you do chores (or you choose the broom as your dance partner: a lesser sin of mine). Perhaps you dream in colors that seem more vivid than anything in your waking life. An artist slumbers in us all and yearns for us to awaken that inner precious being with a gentle kiss on the lips, with our arms coming aroun…
