Pardon My Dust
This blog is meant, mostly, to be a sort of running update of my creative projects, to both inspire and encourage those of you who might be following along. I believe everyone has the capacity for creativity, in as many different ways as there are different individuals, but we don’t always prioritize it in our lives.
I believe we should.
But life is unpredictable and, despite our best efforts as a human race to control it, life remains untamed and even a little bit feral. And so this blog is meant to record that, too, because, while being artfully creative cranks up the colors and the volume and the textures of the life experience, being mentally creative can help us turn the prism of our understanding, to find a new angle and a new perspective. Even (or especially) when life takes that unexpected twist.
I believe we should do that, too.
After all, we are all under construction until our last breath on this earth. We are all a creative project-in-progress.
This week, I had no time in my personal studio, as I was traveling for a funeral, so I turned to the greatest creative studio of all time, instead: the big world, outside.
I met with family members I hadn’t seen in a long time, and we cried together for our loss, and we laughed together for happy memories.
I tasted new cultural recipes, and found old favorites and some new ones. I relived the feel of cheeks bitten raw by Michigan winter, and kissed the feel of cheeks turned soft by years of friendship.
And among the many moments–of lives at an end, of lives at a beginning, of lives on the verge of change, and lives embracing the comfort of the known–there was even time for teaching and learning some artful creativity, as there should be.
This is the architecture of me. Moment by moment, I build by encounters, and events, and observations.
I am the structure built by my life experience, and creativity is my windows.
This week has seen a lot of work going on, so, please, pardon my dust.