The creative process takes mental, emotional, physical stress from inception to final abandonment. (As one of the quotes by Paul Valery so perfectly puts it... an artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.) Society looks upon us, sometimes, as the losers of this world because we eat, sleep, drink, think Art, and most times, we are not lucrative. This is who we are, what we feel, the only thing we can do... and then they buy the dialogues of our inner souls with which to adorn their naked walls.
We create images ,pictures ,paintings to pacify, enlighten, enrich and disgust. We don't conform, nor can we be moulded . We loose ourselves in self indulgent processes in order to 'feel' ...otherwise we would feel nothing. Can I explain the elation I feel when I become inspired ?... an ancient door, peeling and scathed by a thousand hands who have passed through it, a smooth pebble washed by eons of tides, the face of an aged man wrinkled with the lines of his journey...by the pain I cannot see but which burdens me, by music which releases my spirit and takes me to places I cannot visit, by the tender lips of passion... inspiration is in all things and all things inspire.
When I was young I was disgusted by the way Alberto Giacometti lived in his state of filth and squalor, living only for his art, doing what he could only do best. Now I understand his work and through his work I understand him. The creative soul is a curse and yet also a winged seraph.
( to be continued)
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