There is a school of thought that says that creativity, genius – it’s not in us. It’s in the sky, in the universe, and we, if we’re lucky, get sometimes to be vessels, if we’re open to it. Conduits.
And only for a while.
We don’t so much draw it from inside, burrow down and try to construct art, but rather open our arms and hearts and offer ourselves to it.
The story, the song, to picture… they’re in the universe, and some people get chosen to be the tellers, the singers, the painters.
Takes the pressure off, feeling this way about it.
Also takes the ego out of it.