In the past, when I wrote something that received compliments, that for me was a rare and beautiful creation, I felt really good about it. But that joy was mixed with feelings of anxiety too. Now that I had set the bar on a higher peg than usual, by working and achieving what I set out to do, I felt I had to continue that level of performance, or surpass it.
That anxiety arises from the fact that inspiration does not come along everyday. To consistently connect to the deepest, truest levels of imagination and creativity, and pour that out across the page, has a time table of completion I have little control over.
Lately, I have come to terms with this anxiety. I now see it as the natural state of the healthy, creative mind. It is constantly embroiled in the battle between mediocrity and perfection. The creative mind exists to dig into that deeper level, struggle to perfect the creation it makes from what it finds there, and put it out into the world for others to experience. That is the particular instrument God has made them to be.
To embraces this understanding, and fight that battle with gusto, is to live the creative life to the fullest.
This post does indeed describe very well the natural process of the healthy creative mind.
That is a very beautiful marble sculpture the sculptur is sculpting in that photo.
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Anything worth creating is work, is it not?
As far as the sculpting sculptor is concerned, I wish it was me. There was a second photo of him, who’s identity I could not determine, were he was working on a second that was identical to the first; architectural appointments for a library?
Thanks for the comment, stay strong!
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