For me, the desire to make is always there, and it’s especially pressing after coming into contact with the creativity of other artists, whether in the theater, a museum or book. But to actually make something I always have to scale a few obstacles.
#1 It feels wasteful to make more than I can storeI because I live in an apartment, use one room as a studio but storage is minimal and I’m a frugal, recycling kind of person.
#2 The feeling that art-making(includes all art forms) can’t possibly matter in a world so full of suffering.
I recently heard the Turkish writer, Elif Safak, tell a story on The Moth, where she mentions her struggle with #2, that push pull of whether or not to make art. It’s always heartening to hear another artist mention it.
So is there ever a need to refrain from making? I don’t know. I can’t answer for others I just know it’s a question I ruminate over.
This world of dew is but a world of dew and yet…
This haiku was written by the Japanese master, Kobayashi Issa, after the death of his infant daughter. Everything in 12 words. A poignant expression of the constant tension between knowing the truth of things- the insubstantiality of all experience and the need to live deeply engaged.
Below, four new works.