Reflecting on my entire lifetime of creativity, from mechanics, building things, piano study, music, art, writing, and my latest completion, a stage musical in the works for 10 years, Hypnotta , I have presently shut down and wont go anymore.
Perhaps its a temporary adjustment, a shedding of another skin, but then again , maybe its not? I wonder who else feels this in their own respective calling ?
A sense of irrelevancy . What matters when the ground under our feet is moving ? There are no consequences to things that I firmly believed HAD to have consequences. Our board game, along with its monopoly money has been thrown up in the air if not out the window. Corruption a new art form.
Making art for me is a big commitment of work and time . It calls upon a primary question; is this a tree worth climbing? For me, it needs to have good reason.
But what is worth expressing today? What could I possibly show, share or say of any value to anyone? People walk past and dismiss some truly incredible things. Special effects in commercials are better than the best movies 10 years ago. Without shock, (sex and shootings) what will resonate and what will sell ?
Beauty is on the ropes as well. People will exclaim, what is beauty?
Im not saying, better, kinder, more noble, bigger, smaller, more lovable etc. Just beauty of proportion, line, structure, elegance and visual aesthetics. In our society, we had “models” to exemplify this. Wait, umm… cancelled.
Today everyone has a voice and millions are expressing it . And we don’t even know if its their own voice or an A.I ? We don’t even know if their picture is even them? So if its not their own voice and thoughts, and not their own true picture, Who is it? Does any of this matter?
Looking back, I suppose I made a big mistake in not getting an Art degree. Not for the “making art” reasons, but for the you know ?, “Networking”. I never formed the key connections needed towards making a successful art career. I just wanted to create, and so I did. And considering that, Im grateful for what has come my way.
My writing this today is an effort to get back up on the horse so to speak, and jumpstart my creativity. A big leap for me in that I am even doing it. Hopefully someone will get a crumb of enjoyment and maybe even identify with it.
After 4 years of hard to believe stuff I have had to see, listen to, evaluate and consider, my once clear thoughts are fragmented, unclear, erratic and easily forgotten.
Perhaps I am a bit traumatized?
In fact, Im sure of it.
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movie recommendations/
*Her. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1798709/?ref_=tt_mv_close
*War pony https://www.imdb.com/title/tt16227002/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_0_tt_6_nm_2_q_warpony
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Im commenting to see if my comments are noted
They are noted...and believe me, we are all feeling the same. I just started painting and doing some resin art again, just to escape this horror show. They destroy the beauty and we continue to create it?
And yes, we are all traumatized...that's the plan. They will never know the joy of creativity, and the beauty that those whose heart and capacity for love and compassion are still in tact. they have the weapons, we have the muses...XO