Creative Soul

First Pot thrown in a 10 months

12-05-2024

I am an artist, a silicate practitioner, a true clay-clad mud bandit. These are the titles I bestow to myself for the mechanisms that constantly tick from within. I know that the eternal act of creating is the energising structure that fuels me. I find in each of my expressions is a joyous celebration that provides sustenance to the flame within. This is the structure of my life, a structure that supports me like beams folded with the fires of my imagination. A cherished structure never to be torn down only to be reinforced.

I dance here in front of my castle courtyard surrounded by blossoms clinging to the edifices of my soul. I raise my bouquets of revelations to an overflowing sun. Today remains only so bright as for the vibrancy emitted from my burning heart, the heart of who I am, the heart of a practicing artist.

It’s easy to be untrue to ourselves so as to pour water on the flames in our bellies. It’s easy to forget even the most defining of our inner psychic elements. But it’s even easier to pick it up again. To slip under the warm sheets of a dedicated practice and embrace the cozy inner sanctums we craft for ourselves, this is what we always need to return to. I'm here to lick my tongue to the pavement of the earth and spit out the dust in Pollock splatter paintings. I’m here to turn the splinters under my fingernails into ornamental shrines that burn with the smell of frankincense. I'm here to observe and generate, to absorb and reflect, to digest and expel, to feel the world and then affect upon it.


I’m here to create, whether vile or incredible I’m simply here to create.

 

diary entry - 12/05/2024
Inspired by 4 of Wands- Rider Deck