Creating a piece of art is like pulling invisible threads out of the air and translating them into some strange language that finds itself flowing onto the canvas; it’s all about breathing life into the offerings of the imagination. We as artists learn to weave these threads so others can see what we see; sort of!
And just what are we pulling? The dead aspects of ourselves ready for rebirth? The pulsating tributaries from which our aliveness stems? The dreams, desires, hopes and fears searching for resolve perhaps. It’s hard to say what the ‘Mind stuff’ is from which creation arises, but we all know it when we see it.
The psychic pull to create is in effect no different from the urge to have sex. We don’t know how it’s going to go when we engage spontaneously with the magnetism of the moment, but we enjoy the interplay of polarities that excite us, cleanse us and somehow move us forward into our deep sense of rhythm, our primal need for movement within.
In terms of the energy centres identified by eastern traditions, the creative second Chakra is located in the same area as the reproductive organs. This has always intrigued me but it makes perfect sense. Unless our creative energies are engaged in producing life, then what else can they be used for? Exactly. That’s why art exists at all!
Art makes life into a celebration, of living, of growing, of dying and being reborn into unlimited possibility.
It is a map to tell others of the territory and landscape we inhabit, both internally and externally throughout our lives.
Art is the primary road-map. It is a cohesive document of what it means to exist.
Art is many things to many people; each of us will have our own relationship with certain forms of art, whether we realize this consciously or not and we learn to value art as we pay attention to it’s effects upon us. We can soon see that our wiring is built for it! We are a design in negative; evolution grows from the results of our actions, and what does that mean for art’s action upon us?
As artists we are in the dark with our creations until we can find a way to complete the loop, which is to share with others and we learn our sharing strategies on the way, or we study others findings and emulate the latest trends, the internet being one such explosive movement of the present time.
Whatever way we learn to make art, or make love, our glow of ‘belongingness’ should stay in our possession and be continually crafted until it becomes uniquely ours. True to ourselves, as we strive to be, is the only way to become that which we crave we were.
Let us be that now. Let us define that which would make our lives work now. Let us sketch on the canvas of our minds and make love with the ideal vision that resonates with our true happiness.
How do we know when we’ve found it, and not some phantom?
Well the colours become bright, definite, focused. And perhaps most importantly, there is no stress. There is only presence and the knowing of our own supremacy. We are at one with life amidst the rhythmic movement of art and sex and the sweet release of our pent-up life-force.