Writing, painting, choreographing a dance, making a YouTube video in the back room… it’s a savage battle.
The TIME to create has to come out of something, dug out of the schedule like a vein of gold ore chipped out of granite. Time extracted out of the myriad pointless activities of the day, the mundane chores, the necessary rituals, the acceptable, the understood, the predictable. The things one does because one has always done them.
Translating “important” tasks into art is a battle of wills– the will of the artist against the robotic “will” of the upholders of the status quo, a will that exerts itself against the artist with a dreadful and remorseless automaticity.
How many times have you been interrupted from your daily job with a command to hurry up and get that song written, that painting started or that poem finished? Unless you are a professional with a deadline, it’s possible that it never has happened to you.
And even if you are a professional, a cascade of other “needful” little activities will land on you whenever you try to focus on something artistic that exists in your mind only, and just outside boundaries of the physical universe.The battle to keep you from creating something unique, something wonderful, something divinely YOU is a bloody one, even if nary a shot is fired.
And then of course, there’s the blog you started that needs regular contributions, and in which, to your embarrassment, your own attention is hopelessly diverted, away from the gentle and invisible impulse to create something artistic that only YOU can do… if you could only break away.
Uh… Like this. The End. There, I did it!