Thinking and Feeling (and Crying)

The other day this brought me to tears a bit. I'm not sure what exactly it was about it that broke through all my carefully constructed walls. Maybe it was just a chance of timing, maybe I was ready to start crying, maybe I was too tired to not cry anymore, maybe it was the sheer selflessness of it, the beauty and the work that had to go into each project. The anonymity of it is something I recognize too. Sometimes you just want to make something pretty for people who will appreciate it, people who need it, and you just want to get out of the way so they can just appreciate the gift without having to appreciate you too. Sometimes its about the work more than its about the ego.

The leak that those sculptures sprung in me has been dripping for days now. I seem to be ready to weep at every bit of art I see, every tune I hear, every poem I read, every bit of fiction I read, every tv show I see. Truly it seems if someone created it, took it from Idea to reality for the sheer joy of making something that way, it has brought me to tears.

I have been trying to plug that hole with proper posture and some really good, smart hip hop. Even though hip hop is creative and (at least doomtree) seems to be made from a place of love, a place of "I can't help it, I have to make this". It somehow occupies my mind in a way that doesn't leave me weak. I am no less impressed by it than I am by the book sculptures, but it seems to strengthen me, rather than weaken me. It reinforces the idea that I am able to face anything with grace and poise, that I don't have to backdown to see the beauty in things.

I think the creative part of me is trying not to be quelled by the analytical part of me which is taking center stage as I get back into school. Doomtree (and other hip hop artists like them) are a good balance of the two, they seem to make being analytic creative and beautiful.