This post is for someone special out there in blog land. It's for the artist that doesn't know why she should bother to create anymore. Why bother, she asked. Nobody out there to buy it, can't afford what I do make, commissions are almost nil. "What's the point?"
I was almost going to leave my thoughts in her comment box but then I thought, noooooo. I have way to much to say about the subject.
If you create art because you want to make money, make a name for yourself, support yourself then you already KNOW it's a hard road, rocky road, unstable road for you to dedicate yourself to doing. It's possible. People have been so driven to this type of thinking they will endure quite a bit of hardship in order to try to make it happen.
And, yes, maybe with lots of hard work, lots of talent,skill, networking and being in the right place at the right time you might succeed. That's a lot of maybes.
There are so many stories out there about people that were encouraged to create and found that their health returned, their sanity returned, their true selves emerged. Art Heals, is a motto of a number of artists that I know.
A friend once told me a story about her great aunt and how when she died the family found a garage full of paintings that the aunt had done. Nobody really understood why there were so many and why nobody even knew that she painted. My friend, also an artist said that she understood. She painted because the ACT OF PAINTING brought her so much internal pleasure. She didn't have any interest in selling them, showing them off, even talking about them. To her painting was her one way of communicating with her "true self".
I call it my soul and when I am in harmony with my soul I can't do much of anything else but create. Whether I am arranging flowers, digging in the dirt, baking, sewing, painting, singing, chair dancing, we are one.
I am totally in the moment.
There is no sense of time.
No awareness of my environment.
No thoughts other than what I am doing, at the moment.
I am bliss.
When I meditate I can experience a brief moment of this bliss and when I am finished meditating I want to create.
So, what's the point? Why create?
If you honestly believe that YOU, the flesh and bones and water and minerals and whatever else your body is made up of is all that there is, then you won't get it. This isn't even close to any belief system you might have.
If you believe that you are more than this physical presence, that there is something that is part of you that lives beyond the physical body when it dies then why do you think it's part of you?
What's it's purpose?
I believe that's it's my link to much much more. That it is just one tiny little spark of light that feeds into the greatest light, something that I'm not able to even put a name to.
When I create, whether it's spreading cake batter in a pan, putting paint to a brush or threading a needle, IN THAT MOMENT I am part of a great whole.
And, because I know that and for me it's as solid as a FACT no matter what you said I would not be swayed. No matter what question you threw at me it wouldn't matter. I KNOW. I've experienced that bliss. I've felt that loss of awareness of time. I've felt that overwhelming presence of LOVE, that greater being.
Creating is a path for myself and for most of humanity as far as I am concerned. It's the process of connection that we need for our spiritual and human growth.
What's the point of creating?
Maybe I can't answer that for you. Maybe our belief systems are too different. Maybe your approach to creating something is for a different outcome. Maybe that's why you are asking that question.
Maybe it's why I never do.
I create because I have to. If someone locked me up I would sing, I would tell stories, I would scratch designs on the wall.
If I was unable to create I most likely would sicken. I'm pretty sure I would. But, if you look into my eyes maybe you could see me telling you a story.
:)Bea (((((((((I hope that helped a little))))))))))