posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 11:15 AM
Well, a deadline might mitigate the following, but here's some thoughts I have on the subject:
Many scholars contend that artists, and various assorted other visionaries, conjure their works in some half attempt at some kind of half-immortality.
The thinking is, that if their work lives on, then some part of them does as well. My guess, however, is that creative output more often has to do
with an overflow of what I call the "bounding box."
The bounding box being our virtual selves. Our bodies. The smallest prison cell, if you will.
But, our experiential existence, or spirit, or life-force, or soul or whatever you want to call it, balks at those boundaries of the physical.
Intellect and emotion create something that MUST overflow and be born as art or literature or...whatever the storm of a soul can conceive.
And, sometimes, a silence looms. Not, its my contention, for the lack of content (although you, the artist, may be seemingly and frustratingly bereft
of ideas at the moment) But because a deeper contemplation is forming, down "there," below our conscious, where we commune with the mystery from
whence we came.
Where whatever spark that gave us not only life, but cognition as well, collaborates to give us yet another 'something' to take back up and out of
the bounding box into the world.
Block is a pregnancy. Relax and feed your spirit well. The baby is going to be absolutely beautiful.