A spark in my soul, I stand here making art and choices. My heart expressed on paper, canvas, stage and film for years to come. This is my voice. The colors of my vocal inflections, the words I place on paper, the soul I include in all that I do.
Who is to say where creativity lives? In my breathe, my heart, my body. There is a depth to it, like a river that travels to the open sea constantly moving and growing; growing intrinsically, my interpretation shared and emulated and stolen over and over, feeding itself with itself. Compounding voice and vision.
To think what creative contributions I make, I envision an interpretation outside my boundaries. Once shared it is no longer mine to control or protect, though it will always be personal to me.
Creativity is nourishment for the soul. A way to separate from the entrapment of the world and experience something cathartic and awe inspiring. It is in the moment you write a phrase and make yourself cry, speak from the stage and know you are beyond your own body, swirling your paintbrush like a dance that seeks permanency, or dance so fully that breath is effortless and your body is weightless AND…it is when you laugh so hard, you know you are fully alive!
Creativity is the soul of humanity.
