An artist will frequently have to choose to shun acceptable behavior, political correctness, and the most common comforts to truly be in the spacetime of their genius. Playing it safe is painting by numbers; stealing a riff; autotune; obeying the clock; failing and failing and giving up; pandering to and placating the normals; ignoring and suppressing what the world needs of us.
It’s not that we seek out the pain, but that it’s simply the shortest way back to the truth. It’s only there that we find the surest way to lose ourselves in the glorious, timeless moment of pure, thoughtless abandon. We need that honest ecstasy, dying with every breath we keep it at arm’s length, on a task list of to-dos, in perpetual limbo. The more stubbornly we put it off, the more inequable our lives will feel and be.
We chose an artist’s way. We chose to be raw, sensitive, unpredictable, and counter-commonplace, counter-intuitive. . . We are the entire other half of the scale that maintains this very reality. It is our onus to remember that, now and again, we have intrinsic value here.
You be you.
Solvitur ambulando