Art as the act of creation

Art as the act of creation.

Art, to me, is the act of problem solving by utilizing the subjective imagination. A book I read described this to me as the process of the merging of two worlds. The two worlds referred to describe first of all your inside world; your imagination, your ideas generated by your feelings, your inspirations and aspirations, your spiritual experience. All the things that make us want to create something with integral value. The second world describes that of our physical experience, our outer manifestations such as the materials we choose to create with or the techniques we are taught. If you think about the act of creating in this manner, it runs parallel to the story of how Adam was created. God took the earth and mixed it together with His Spirit to create a living breathing man. Our acts of creation do not differ much from His processes as we too take things of the material world such as pencils and paint and paper and combine them with what is in our spirit, to in turn manifest a physical representation of our internal movements. Of our spirit. An artwork, to me, then carries a life of its own, as the process thereof imitates what I understand about the way my life works. My art will become anything my spirit can imagine together with what my hands can solve, and I will become anything God can imagine together with what His Spirit will solve. Just as I will collect in order to use exactly what I need to create and bring my illustration to life, my pencils and paint and references spent on creating, so God will provide His creation with what she needs to become who she is meant to be, to return to who she has always been. It is an abundant and ever growing cycle, the act of creation. And we as fellow creators were made in the image and likeness of our Creator, who will utilize everything to help us grow into being, because when we grow, everything grows with us.

Crack Yourself Open

Crack yourself open.

That of an egg which you can feed another with lies inside of the shell. Those who have cracks are a lot closer than those who are polished shiny. I see beauty in breaking, I do not even bother to look at those who keep polishing. It is not about having a perfect shell, it’s about allowing yourself to crack open. Crack open so that you can become one with the spirit we all share, so that the egg INSIDE can be added and used and mixed and transformed with the Spirit to become something far greater. Yes, it can be scary to crack your shell, and even scarier to be put into an oven to seal your amendment and transformation of this immaculate mixture. Do not be alarmed though, you will not be harmed in this process of growth. We have been shown that with what we carry in our chests not even fire can reach us. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego had to walk through fire in the name of the King. They went and they came. They were not burned in any way. Their clothes didnt even smell scorched. The fire had burned only the ropes that had bound them. Rejoice when the oven is opened and the pristine content of this beautiful combination is flaunted: Bread. Bread we shall break, bread we shall use to feed the hungry. Bread and its beautiful aroma to fill the house of this life we all wander in. Bread bringing people to the table, bringing people together. This is why we are perfect to Him, with all our cracks. It means we are getting closer to breaking, which is when He can use us. Consider this; if an egg is cracked by an outside force, life ends. However, if cracked by the inside force, life begins. Realize what you carry inside of you, and crack open, regardless of what this process is perceived as from the outside. The chaos of cracking will soon bear the birth of order and new life, as all chaos does.
Be transformed and become one.