Do you think you've ever found your gift? The one thing that you just seem so innately good at, it almost seems as if you knew it even before birth? We all have a gift, and I believe we're each crafted a specific way to perform a specific purpose.
I've always felt that I particularly have the gift self-expression, and it was evident at a pretty early age. All the things I can do well like drawing, writing, or performing, are all just by-products of that gift, the gift of being able to produce output.
We all have our ways of connecting with The Higher Power. To me, when I'm creating, I feel like I'm praying. I feel like there's this energy centre at the top of my head that just opens itself, like a satellite dish catching signals from The Source. Where else does all this creative power come from? I am only a channel.
And I always wonder if it really is possible for a person to be creative, and not believe in God. For what is creativity but an act of faith? Why embark on any creative project if not for the hope and belief of producing something beautiful at the end of it? Why would we venture out into dangerous, foreign territory if not for the hope of discovering something worthwhile?
We only feel dissatisfied with our output when we feel we have repeated ourselves, created not out of faith, but out of fear and our own self- judgement. This is why every true act of creativity is a risk, a leap, an act that requires courage.
And what is creativity but an act of transcendence, of growing a little bigger than we were before, of evolving into a higher being, of being one step closer to that Omega we're aiming for? Can a person aim for perfection and yet not believe in a higher power somewhere inside of him?
I could spend the rest of my life peacefully doing what I am already good at. But I'm really glad I got a big kick in the butt, which really shook me up, and forced me to come up with this:
Otherwise, how would I ever know I could do it?
It is truly an astounding thing to discover that your ideas can actually work.
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But yes, the show is finally over! 3 months of hard work to make her, then a few shining moments of coming alive under the stage lights, before going back to being a dead thing, a lump of painted polystyrene tossed out on the street, ready to be transported to my garage where she will be housed indefinitely till I decide what I want to do with her.
There was a lot of clowning around backstage. Being dressed in head to toe black makes you want to start acting like a ninja.
Or like a creature of the night.
Though other people chose to be gold, not black.
I've got
backstage photos and
onstage photos in my albums.
