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Journey to Self

Today I found myself wondering again
about my artistic expression,
this happens periodically.
When I was younger I thought
art was art
you either like to draw, paint, sculpt etc.
end of story!
NO
beginning of story for me
beginning of journey
beginning of ongoing enquiry
!!!
Although I have always been creative,
it used to remain mostly in the areas of 
design, technique.
I may have been subliminally conscious of something other,
something that separates it from the purely decorative,
but it hadn't dawned on me that
there was a difference!
That it was up to me to
discover what that difference was,
and why it mattered,
matters for me
!!!


Comments

Kat Sloma said…
Isn't it wonderful how our journeys deepen as we get older? We thought we had it all figured out when we were younger. Oh, how little we knew...
rebecca said…
i love your unfolding.
so rich of blossom and full of depth....
so looking with in and with out,
and so perfectly generous to take us along.
I like the fact that you are taking a photograph and then becoming immersed in the very thing which you are photographing, so much so that you disappear altogether and become a butterfly upon a flower ~ the ultimate symbol of soul transformation in Jungian psychology. I think that you have expressed with beautiful intention the profound difference between the decorative and the truly creative endeavor. Lovely.
xoxo,
Noelle

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