A brush stroke here.
A stitch over there.
A few words written down
As I ponder this life that I bear.
A new mold from the clay.
The oil depiction takes form.
The watercolor drips its way down
As my creation is born.
I start with an idea
Where I end, far from that.
The depiction evolves
From where I start
To where I am at.
The mind takes a journey
As the process evolves.
From inside I pull meaning
The story is told.
When I start I am there.
I am immersed in the path.
To start is the barrier.
To start.
To not hold myself back.
To allow what is in
To make its way out.
To allow what is in
To be expressed through creations, out loud.
If I release the depictions
The thoughts, paintings and words
If I release through creation
My experience becomes understood.
When I hold myself back
There is confusion and unrest.
When I hold myself back
I can find myself lost, in distress.
To dare to create
Brings about understanding and ease.
My experience is understood on a deeper level.
Inside, I feel pleased.
Lately, I have been pondering
The idea that pursuing creativity is hard.
There is a barrier between
The world and the arts.
For some reason, it feels bad.
It feels abnormal and strange.
For some reason, it feels bizarre
To live a life aligned
With the space to create.
It seems unattainable.
It seems like it would be wrong.
To live in sync with the world
And the internal artistic song.
It feels like being a square peg
When you are surrounded by round holes.
It feels like wearing neon
When those who surround wear neutral.
Like your volume is to twenty
When the audio that surrounds is held at a three.
It feels quite challenging
To embrace the internal creativity within the.
Embracing the creative.
Putting pencil to paper.
Words making their way out.
A drawing taking form
Pieces of art
Filled with meaning throughout.
It is exhilarating.
Freeing.
A piece inside unleashed.
What if we lived in a world
That condoned these things?
What if artists felt empowered?
What if people were encouraged to share their creations and dreams?
I often hear from artists that I meet
They frequently face the question
Of whether or not their creations should be released.
What if it was no longer taboo
To go after the passion that brews from inside?
What if it was easy to access
A world in which those things could provide?
When I was young
We were placed in art class
We were taught to create
To dream and express ourselves
Through the various mediums that we had.
Yet as I got older
As adulthood came near
I felt this pressure to conform
Creative expression dissolved from the norm.
As I ponder this thought
That pursuing creativity is hard.
As I ponder the barrier between
The world and the arts.
As I ponder the conversations I have had
With artists along the way.
I find myself writing a new normal
That I hope to live by each day.
One where we dare to create
Through the medium that feels right.
One where we push through the noise
The internal banter inside.
One where we vow to continue
So our internal understanding remains near.
One where we uphold a life
Where we allow our creativity to appear.
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