Oh, this certainly hits home. It seems, in my experience at least, those that choose to create (in whatever form they are called to) do so in ways that honor and highlight what it is to exist as human. These creations honor all parts of that existence, they honor what it is to be messy, to be unfinished, to be raw, to simply be ourselves. Perhaps a naïve perspective, but authentic creations inherently feel different - they speak a quiet, undeniable truth that seeks to connect to the intrinsic humanity within us all.
Yes, this. Give me the humanity of the mess, the aches and brilliant joys that spill like ice cream splatters on a sunny day.
Grateful to you always, my friend
Oh, this certainly hits home. It seems, in my experience at least, those that choose to create (in whatever form they are called to) do so in ways that honor and highlight what it is to exist as human. These creations honor all parts of that existence, they honor what it is to be messy, to be unfinished, to be raw, to simply be ourselves. Perhaps a naïve perspective, but authentic creations inherently feel different - they speak a quiet, undeniable truth that seeks to connect to the intrinsic humanity within us all.