An artist must choose to shun acceptable behavior, political correctness, and the comforts of the commonplace to truly exist in the spacetime of their genius. Playing it safe is like painting by numbers, stealing a riff, using pitch correction, obeying the clock, failing, failing again, and then giving up; it’s pandering to the normals and ignoring what the world desperately needs from us.
It’s not that we seek out the pain, but that it’s the shortest path back to the truth. Only in that space do we find the surest way to lose ourselves in the glorious, timeless moment of pure, thoughtless abandon. We crave that honest ecstasy, yet we die with every breath we keep it at arm’s length — relegated to a task list, forever in limbo. The longer we put it off, the more inequitable our lives feel.
We chose the artist’s way. We chose to be raw, sensitive, unpredictable, counter-commonplace, and counter-intuitive. We are the other half of the scale that holds this reality in balance. It’s our onus to remember, now and then, that we have intrinsic value here.
You be you.
Via artis vera est
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“Today” from Runaway