She was so far from the book of ash now though both had similar altruistic objectives in the beginning enamoured by beautiful images of each others work. His stance and vision in art was further segregating itself from hers and hers from his. He was further away from hers will ever be. She thought of his of creating tangible items that could be measured. She was of the personal where the internal was the micro drive that drove the macro world. His to her was based on solid results and statistics tending to devalue and never be satisfied with the internal. She would be never enough never enough and emptier. Such thought processes were meant to push of course like any ad that insisted you were never enough without because who would buy you if they thought they were enough. Those relationships were toxic for her coz it would trigger her to the point of wanting to slash herself into bits feeling that she was never enough given her very low self-esteem and insecurities. It would have driven her mad If not for this imaginary world. Creativity would for one thing Never exist without imagination. The first and foremost for her was from the internal where her value of art was loosely based on healing and acceptance of the internal plight before anything. There were no levels for her as in creativity was the next level up from imagination. Ultimately, creativity would have to return to its source of imagination to create again, never a linear path but a constant revolution of lending, reassessing and innovating in a constant circle of evolution and revolution. A dance between the two.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 22:21:20 +0000
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