"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,
but rarely admit the changes
it has gone through to achieve that beauty."
-- Maya Angelou
Call it art. Call it hubris.
This act of taking something, be it raw color, a musical note, a lump of clay, a bit of bright pixels, a seed of possibility that with the proper care might turn into a turnip, a tulip, or a new technology, this reworking of what is into something new, nurturing an essence into an expression, … this is what we do.
We call it creation, call ourselves creators, call our work creative. It’s part of each of us, perhaps the most essential aspect of this stage of development we call human.
Created, we create. Evolved, we evolve the world around us. (Assuming, of course, we are fortunate enough to live in a world where our basic needs of food, water, shelter, and safety are met.)
However, the question always remains: in service of what do we create these expressions? Survival? Growth? Transformation? Beauty?
|Orange Tulip from Ananda Village|
Yesterday, I was filled with joy because an art piece I was working on “worked.” It pleased me.
This morning, I wonder if I added anything to the mix. Is my “Tulip Abundance" better than the actual tulip captured by my camera many mornings ago? And, is that tulip “better” than the potential residing in the bulb from whence it came?
It reminds me of a song from my youth … “What’s it all about, Alfie?"
Wikipedia: "Alfie" is a song written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David to promote the 1966 film Alfie. The song was a major hit for Cilla Black (UK) and Dionne Warwick (US).
|Click here to hear Dionne Warwick sing "Alfie"|