These starbursts happen precisely when I need them most…

There are moments, and then there are moments.

Freezeframes. When your perspective shifts, just enough. When you stop and step back and ask yourself… Who am I? What am I doing?

Sometimes the Chaos Sea is as still as glass — so still that it almost looks frozen — and you think that maybe you should just get out of that little boat you’ve been floating in and walk to the shore. Because things would probably be easier there. You’d have solid ground to stand on, at least. And, when you get right down to it, what’s wrong with solidity? You can build a house on it. Drive a car on it. It’s safe — predictable. Right?


That solidity is a lie. When you’re an artist — however you’re an artist — the Chaos Sea flows beneath everything, all the time. It’s the detritus, the collection of all the things you’ve learned or experienced or thought about, all the things you’ve imagined. All the things that your mind has conjured up without running it by you for approval. The things that passion dedicates to art. And don’t get me wrong, by that I mean everything.

There are things you can do, and then there are the things you’re meant to do. It’s the difference between walking on that Chaos water — filled with monsters and angels — because it’s frozen, or walking on it because it’s not.


~ by windigowinter on June 24, 2011.

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