By June Pascal
I, a living breathing artist, declare that to create something out of nothing but sheer will and imagination is one of the greatest pleasures ever known to man, or at least to me. It is better than sex I promise you that. It gets you higher than any drugs. You can do it 24/7.
When I create I feel alive, electric and almost omnipotent. Time stands still. The outside world ceases to exist. It is only me and my medium. We engage in the process. A conversation ensues which is the main source of the pleasure. The end product of that pleasure is the artwork that I’ve just given birth to. It’s alive and it has personality, my brainchild, so to speak.
I believe that we are all creative beings, that we all have a right to experience the act of creating. The lucky ones recognize this within themselves at an early age and just rolls with it. Life suddenly offers more options. Think Justin Bieber. Some deny it and settle down to sleep with the enemy, mediocrity and frustration. If you don’t exercise your creativity it will eat you up in many ways.
“Why do we do art?,” I ask. “Because it is the only sane thing to do,” an artist friend answers.
(This article is first published at JunePascal.blogspot.com, her repository of creativity.)