We live in a time of efficiency and effectiveness, and throw our creative abilities out with the garbage without realising it. Because everything is efficient, or at least it should be, or at least by believing that, an external critic is always looking over our shoulders when we’re working: “I hope this has a purpose?”
It is a widespread social straitjacket in search of a countermove. The artist has to give an answer to this. And please note: the artist in you. The artist wants to play about and mess around, frolic and tumble, loaf and lounge. Surely those are words that make you happy? More than ‘three-year plans’ and ‘growth prognoses’, at any rate. But growth isfrolicking. And unproductive. Or more exactly, productive in its unproductiveness. Growth comes from open-mindedness and opening yourself up. Falling the way a child does – BOOM! – and then laughing out loud about it. Right or wrong don’t matter, because they both tell us something essential. About you, about how it should or shouldn’t be. You surrender yourself and trust that, after 1,000 steps, you make that one brilliant step as if by coincidence, and from there progress towards the idea that crashing into a barrier can also mean crashingthrougha barrier, and also a new opportunity
The flirtation with the unknown, the love of the unknowing, the searching capacity in us that wants to come to life. The artist within you who knows “something has to come out of this: I’m just doing something, aren’t I?”
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