Creativity attends the funeral of apathy.
Like a flower incrudescing in a cracked rock, creativity shoots up out of a difficult problem.
Creativity is charity’s sucrose.
Creative work is math – we subtract words, add paint, multiply lines, divide parts.
The possibility you anticipate is only possible after you realize the next possiblity that does not seem possible.
As the aquafer waters the fields, so the mind irrigates the arts — for those willing to drill.
Artistry is powerfully fueled by psychic hunger, frustration, anxiety, anger, rejection and loss. Churn, roil, fume — then throw paint.
Shakespeare could not, not write comedy; Vermeer could not, not paint light, Antonio Gaudí could not, not design biomorphic structures. We know we were meant to create something when we cannot, not create it.
It doesn’t matter if you feel like it our not; do today exactly those renewing things you have in your heart to do. But beware that to do this you may well have to ruthlessly kill things frightful — apathy, laziness, selfishness or fear. Kill these, I command you and kill various other paralyzing temptations of monstrous shape and size so that you can do the beautiful things you were made to do.
Attempt what you ache to do that seems impossible. This creates enormous energy and amazing results, even if you don’t do what can’t be done.
A cracked wall can be patched and painted; and a cracked life is not beyond repair.
We reshape the hateful past with a loving future.
Anything you do today that repurposes something or someone broken, discarded, neglected or forgotten — that’s inspiring!
Ratiocination may betray imagination, but the true artist never stops dreaming of more possibilities.
Creativity sprouts in devastation survived and turned into artistic fuel.
