“Do anything, but let it produce joy.”
Since I’ve been asked numerous times why I left this blog high and dry a little over two years ago, I figured it’s now time to provide an answer. Trust me, this has been bothering me for some time, and though I try to maintain my creative efforts to a steady beat, sometimes life happens.
Back in the summer of 2016 I met someone who I fell for, and…
Just like that… “poof”… I was gone.
Over a year’s worth of writing and art making was seemingly put on hold for the better part of 6 months. I did occasionally write on my other blog, but I had little to no creative focus. I had literally stepped into suspended creative animation, frozen and stagnant.
My focus was on another soul, who I found to be beautiful, complimenting my own life in every way.
However… It did not last and I was left in despair. But, I was also given the greatest gift imaginable.
In August of 2017 my son was born, and just two months later I turned 40 years old. Now, today, I am 41 and within the past few months I have uncovered a part of myself that was buried long ago.
Life is funny. It seems that we have to travel so far from ourselves just in order to find ourselves. It’s like we must leave home simply in order to find our way back, to remember; to remember who we really are, and who we’ve always been.
And this is exactly what I have done.
A young artist that I follow taught me a valuable lesson recently, and I must say that the timing of this lesson is perfect. We have to become ourselves. We cannot lie to ourselves. Though we may try new things or think ourselves into something that we believe we should try or should be, we will never know happiness or peace if we are chasing something that does not fit our soul.
What we do must bring others in, and it must share joy. And we can only do this from a place where we generate our own joy, our own peace.
The above picture is a pen and ink drawing that I created recently. This is the type of art that I do, the type that I essentially began with. It is within creating these types of abstract images where I am the most vulnerable, the most centered and the most comfortable.
This is my space, and this is where I create from. Though I realize that it is highly abstract, dark and seemingly disturbed, it is also completely truthful. It is honest emotion and an uninterrupted flow of creation.
And this is what art is. This is what writing is. This is what moves us in a dance and why we lose ourselves in music. It is raw..
It is a full baring of soul.
We must do what we do because every day is our last day. This moment, right now, is your last moment.
So do what you do and do it well. Do what you do best, and do what you enjoy. So long that this is altruistic and brings joy to the world, and it leaves you with a smile..
Then do it.
And enjoy it.