Life has always been an inter-active co-creative event. At times, experience is like a choose your own adventure novel. Other times, it seems like shit upon shit is being thrown at us. Like dodge ball (except with shit). Every single time we have two choices: React or Respond. Either way, we will create with life.
This brings me to the ‘Art’ in love, art & fear. On one side of us is fear. The other, love. Here we are in the center of everywhere with a choice to make, conscious or not.
For years I have identified myself with being an artist and it has kept me in a box. While we are artists because we create every day, this idea can be yet another limit that we place upon ourself. I am so much more than just an artist. So are you. You make a difference in this world. Maybe you don’t realize what an impact you have on those around you but I’m sure if you had the opportunity to see how effective you are, you’d be surprised. Assholes have an impact too but I’ll assume that you’re not an asshole because assholes do not read this blog.
My point, if I have one is that we don’t need to call ourselves ‘artists’ because that is an inherent part of our function as beings. Try creating a dance to express stillness. Using words to describe silence won’t work either. All words can do is point to it. The same is true for us as creative beings. Our life points to something. At the end of our experience, our entire life will stand up, point and say “There. Look. It is what it is.”
This is our painting.
Our life says something to the universe. Are we creating life as we want to be remembered by? Are you saying what you want to say?
… but is it art?
It is all art. Look around and find something that was not created. Every single inter-action we have on a daily moment to moment basis is creative. Calling myself an artist or doctor keeps me limited. It is as fulfilling as it is meaningless. What I mean is that it is neutral. Each day is a blank canvass. The power to create is not in talent, degrees or end results…
The power is in the blankness of the canvass and our willingness to engage creativity. That is where potential lives. That is where mystery abounds.