First Published: 07-11-08
I have reached an interesting point in my artistic journey.
Some days I wake up, and as I walk to the train, I feel like an artist. Something inside myself tells me that I have a future in the arts, and in the theatre.
Other days however, I wake up with nothing. I feel as though I should throw in the towel, find a regular job, and forget any notion of dreaming big.
But what would I do? I know of nothing but art.
There is art all around us, if we choose to look. Nature, buildings, vehicles, man - even our movements can be seen as a dance, or a ritual if we so choose to see it.
Every nano-second is a new piece of art. It's a new picture, with changed composition.
Please don't get me wrong - I'm not some spaced out hippy. This is how my sober, un-drugged brain views the world.
I know nothing but art.
So why do I wake, and feel I'm a wannabe?
I've reached an interesting point in my artistic journey.
To be, or not to be?
That is my question,
that is my prayer.
I'm afraid to find the answer.
Godspeed,
-th3o.
P.S. Future lover, could we please cross paths already. This game is no fun at all, and my patience is wearing thin.
3 comments:
Keep those artistic eyes open. As long as you are able to see the world through the eyes of an artist, and are able to see God in what is all around you then you are not a wannabe. You are an active appreciator of the created world- which is an extension of who God made you to be: a creator as well.
Thanks for the kind words!
I suppose that's what I realised in a way as I wrote it (not as lovely as you put it, however). That's the great part of blogging; it allows one to think 'out loud' and edit as you do so.
Thanks for commenting, yours are words of much encouragement.
Godspeed,
-th3o.
P.S. Thanks also for 'following' the blog. It's good to know I'm no longer typing to thin air.
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