As artists, why are we driven to express ourselves? Is it to etch our likeness upon the heavens, or branded upon the memory of the world?
Why do we Create? Why—when in all likelihood we shall live a life of empathic suffering-seeking to fulfill a need whose gravity we may never fully comprehend?
Is it because we seek material validation—does that say to the world: “Hey! I Am an Artist! Adore me! Grovel at my feet!” Are we the muse of Man, or is he ours?
Why Do We Create?
Why Do I create???
I create….because…I must.
As sure as thought and breath flow through me, as long as I am open to blossom into the Child I was meant to be—I shall always Create, though I may never understand the ‘why’—I only know that…I must…
~fathom 9 (inspired by Py Hurd)
Fear not, for this is but a sanctuary that embraces free thought-while and IF it is still legal to Think Freely--to Express One's Self...Freely. I am but an Emissary-a conduit conveying the intimate sentiments of the Infinite. 