the revolution from the perspective of a paint bucket
i grew up saying that i wasn’t creative. i guess, at that time, creativity felt like something only certain people were gifted with. the way some people are singing phenoms or exceptional painters. as i grew in my understanding of myself & the world, i started noticing that my sense of creativity was something i could activate or participate with
colors began speaking to me. energetically i can feel the color of an object (by its size, texture & shape) even without opening my eyes. how odd! how intriguing!
it has made me endlessly curious about what else my creative body is capable of. if i think of a color in my mind, the color stays one dimensional. if i feel a color as an expression of breathing life, my creative body starts humming like an espresso machine moving hot water & steam through its pipes
in my experience, artists are engaging with their creative bodies in a way that allows humans to expand beyond what is currently seen & known to us. when i exist in the flow of creativity, i am more hopeful about the possibility of something new emerging. when my dream body sends me visuals of something i’ve never seen before & my creative body brings that visual to paper or digital screen – there is a world being formed through my willingness to birth it
when a creative (a person who creates) wonders : “what if i put this thing next to this thing?” when we’ve been told to never let those two things touch, a new possibility pathway emerges. creatives defy the sequence of things, the presupposition of things & experiment with rearranging life as we know it
this is an act of liberation
it is also why for so long artists & poets & oracles have been a threat to the status quo. imagination takes us somewhere we’ve been told is not available or even possible to us
creatives ask : “but what if it were? what if we can be different?”
and then they bring the transformation to life – what a gift