The artist within
This morning walking Loca on our longer route through the park, I was admiring the sculpture garden and thinking about the child we are going to adopt. Last night, at dinner, we were talking about not having or putting expectations onto your children, and yet this morning, I found myself holding a secret desire for my child to be an artist of any variety. The reason is that without a vehicle to communicate all that is inside of you, I think there is a tendency to go crazy.
Our good friend took third prize in an architectural competition in Zagreb we learned this morning. His take away, aside from a nice chunk of change, is that he followed his inner voice instead of creating what the jury might select.
Even I with a simple blog, find sometimes when someone tells me they are reading a particular piece or commenting on something I have written, fight the urge to edit my writing for someone.
The urge to create is universal and how it manifests itself is often beautiful even if what inspired it is not.
June 12th, 2009 at 10:27 am
Oh please don’t ever write for anyone except yourself! I do understand the problem, however. I think it’s too late for me.
June 12th, 2009 at 7:51 pm
Are you back from Peru?