metonymy4u

it seems to me that creativity consists both of a feeling of comfort as well as daring to live beyond comfort, even to the point of one’s demise or scorn. to achieve this, we composite ourselves, create a collage on the verge of nonsense, that just scoots itself over the edge into some ventriloquized, “surged up in the world” (pace jp sartre) sense that others (perhaps) can make some sense of. the artist is someone who seeks an impetus of creativity, a chance to escape from some condition in creativity, in a commitment to creating and being created (the artist affects/effects and is affected/effected by her work). and we want the same for the audience.