Every time we create, we commit an act of defiance. A movement towards freedom; the purposeful choosing of our own reality, in place of one presented to us.
Our modern cultures insidiously discourage art, because consumption is more important than creation to the economic machines we’ve built.
When we sit down to paint or write or sing, when we put on our dance shoes, when we pick up our sewing kit or chisel or clay, we are sidestepping the pressure to fill that void with more stuff, or more food, or more TV. We are instead stepping into the void with the intention of birthing something from it. We are allowing the emptiness inside us to express something new.
Art is an act of radical defiance; not of conflict, not of aggression, but of assertive reality building. We say with our brushes and pens and bodies that we are, in fact, alive and paying attention. We have voices. We are not asleep. We are open and communicating and participating in the world.
We are not voids to be filled, but spaces to dance within.