“He asked, “What makes a man a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge.”~ Charles Bukowski
I don’t know if every artist is crazed or suffers some sort of pain that can only be alleviated by putting something out there that expresses a hurt, a beauty, a longing, a hope, or a discomfort. Even when the piece is beautiful and calm, the best poets and poems have a desire for more under the surface.
For myself, I write because I need to. I take photos because I see something that I can’t leave unnoticed. I collect ‘things’ and set scenes that I find a sense of meaning in. It’s a sense of awe connecting me to the Infinite that I need to express.
I see all of this in the works of others. That which touches my soul is a wonder to me. Wheather in nature, in a gallery, or between the covers of a book. Or on this lighted screen.
And I see the blunted attempts at Truth in the works of many. Those who create in conflict with themselves, who try too hard to express too much in one sitting, who are afraid of their words.
We all get caught in these snares. If everything we put out was great, we would be boring.
We are all just children with finger-paints and our object is to have fun and feel relief from the humdrum and the anxieties of living.
Ultimately, maybe we need the pain to make us feel alive and give ourselves reasons to make new things. Creation is the solution to entropy.
Such are the thoughts that I felt the need to write.
Dana Sanford ~ 2020