Its easy to create when reveling in the wild moments of life intoxicated with euphoria, but I am learning the challenge of tapping into the artistic vein while trudging through the lulls of lackluster. The reality is, we navigate the high of inspiration in places of pain, adventure, and elation, but how do we awaken imagination in the midst of trudging through the tedious ‘Tuesdays’ of life?
Art is not simply produced or manufactured. Art is a process of inventorying the heart, inspecting the soul and translating the reflection of the story that is within and deciphering that into a tangible object that we can touch with our hands. It is emotional, it is draining, it is defining, it is introspective, it is unraveling, it is deep, it is spiritual, it is time-transcending, it is conclusive. Art can painfully reveal what or how we do see or what we cannot see.
Art is a shadow of something truer than true that we are all groping in the dark to discover.
I am as guilty as the next person of checking out and cruising into autopilot, especially after a long day of work and routine. It’s so easy to find a way for my brain to flatline by browsing the internet or flipping on the TV, but I also know I am not the only person who’s very existence cries out for meaning. Having been woven together by The Artist of the cosmos, I know in my heart we are wired at our very core to emanate our Creator, who is first and foremost, an artist.
While battling God about my age on the morning of my birthday this year, He told me to open my eyes and focus my sight on the significance that He was weaving into my day to day being. My friend Christine also spoke powerful words over me, encouraging me to be present to even the most trivial moments, for as these moments are strung together, there is a beautifully significant song where we might get to play a part in God’s resounding symphony.
Christine is one of the best story tellers that I know. She has the gift of artistically dwelling in moments, reflecting and processing and welcoming others into the song that she hears all around her, sometimes even in the midst of a painfully unfinished riff. I tell you about Christine because I believe she refuses to drop into the flatline. I am inspired by that and I challenge you to chase significance in the midst of a silent stanza.
I challenge you to create from a less than exhilarating verse, find the art in a repetitive baseline, and harmonize with a flat note.
You are artistic, you were created that way, so no matter if you are riding a high in life or drowning in the mundane, fix your eyes on the horizon, take a deep breath, feel your heart beat and allow inspiration to rush over you as you are interrupted by the divine.
It need not be flawless, passion will take us where perfection never will.
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