Something created from the deepest place within
I've been thinking a lot about how obvious it is when art—regardless of its type or discipline—is created with sincerity.
You can tell when it comes from the deepest place within. It’s as if the artist were holding their heart in one hand, squeezing it with all their strength, bleeding out every last drop in sync with their work coming to life.
I'm not just talking about feelings but what lies beyond the self. That place where our rawest emotions reside. Where the thoughts we have when we stop being rational take shape.
That part of us we hide, yet inevitably surfaces when life changes us forever.
What we feel in moments of rage, loss, hatred, fear, and unrestrained euphoria. That, to me, is the kind of art worth creating.
But more importantly, I aspire to create that kind of art.
I want the stories I tell to come alive. I want the reader to be transported inside the page. To convey ideas that linger in the minds of those who read me. To make words transform into inspiration—so powerful, so unbearable—that they spark an uncontrollable urge to create in someone else.
This might be my greatest wish.
💓 You’re closer than you think. Thanks for reading.