A little step to be a big creator

 

I exert myself to actualize my potential not for acceptance, applauds, rewards or recognition. I write and create basically to free myself from the rolling convulsions of my own fears, illusions, warring thoughts, assumptions and limiting conditioning. My endeavor to create something fresh, or for that matter all art, is primarily a process. It’s not a destination. It’s a path to liberate myself from what limits me. It’s a small pathway leading from a stern, haggard look to a healthy smile.

It’s also not something abstract, limited to my own self. I’m part of the collective as well. Every creation in this world will have at least one genuine appreciator to whom the creation would feel like her own, who will feel she is absolutely in harmony with the meaning coming out of that creation. This is as much her creation as the creator’s.

After my smaller self’s integration with the larger self within—which sows the seeds of creativity—the crop (art) blooms and harvesting is sharing it with the world outside. It’s never about money and numbers. It’s only about sharing. Creation itself is sharing. One feels overjoyed and rejuvenated. The heart that once shuddered and contracted now opens up.

A piece of art is a decorous and dignified outreach to the forces of cosmic creation. A joyous convulsion by mother creation. Its potential was always there in you but the moment you actualize it, give it a specific shape, you directly share it with the world.

As a creator you gracefully add to the lazily cantering cavalcade of life. So as a creator be not cumbered either with praise or condemnation from yawning, fuming critics or fawning fans. If you allow yourself to be affected by either positive or negative comments on your work, the stream of creativity meets a dead-end. The colors, scent and elegiac vision get diluted from your creation. The work stands shorn of its inherent purity. A piece of lost purity it becomes.