Artists

            There is no such thing as an "artist." At least, that's my opinion. There are, obviously, people we call artists. Painters, sculptors, poets. We (yes, I include myself here) aren't creative. We do, however, have a gift. But, we aren't creators. More like a psychic or medium. Just as they give a voice to the dead or to past events, we give a voice to art. We give substance to the abstract. Life to the unliving.

             I can see why the Greeks created the muses in their mythology. An unseen force whispering inspiration into one's ear, prompting them to create some of the greatest works of art humanity has ever seen. That is kind of the way I view it. We don't create art. Art creates itself. We are simply the physical presence it requires in order to manifest itself. When inspiration strikes, at least for me, I don't feel as if I am writing something. In those few fleeting moments at a time, I am possessed. The words flow out of me, as if from out of nowhere. At times, I feel that I need to stop. Perhaps I need to leave for work. Maybe I'm just so tired that I need to go to sleep. If I try to stop, I tend to either feel a nagging need to continue and pick the pen back up, or simply forget whatever it was that had come to mind. I feel that it is forgotten because it didn't come from me. It was the art's words.

            I do not mean to offend or cast doubt on any artist's ability. This is simply my unique view on the way creativity (or absence of it) works. I hope to continue to my ability to channel these words, and give you all more to read and enjoy in the very near future.