poet’s nocturnal delight
secret worlds in ink
I create so I won’t forget the density of a moment, the richness of colours and emotions growing in the cracks of everyday life’s grey concrete.
Sometimes a moment is so beautiful, so intense, so wild and raw that the idea of forgetting its fullness scares me. I wish I was able to capture it in pencil, paints, or a brilliant photograph, knowing I will fail. A picture would never do the multidimensional magic of a moment any fraction of justice.
I create in the hope that others will take the time to understand the way I perceive the world, the weird ways of my inner cosmos.
I don’t see the world the way most people around me do. What they deem beautiful I perceive as sensory overload, loud and clashing and evoking a bad taste in my mouth; while what is wonderful to me in their eyes is trash, boring, mundane, or even so small and trival they don’t notice it at all. I call it the ability to see “the beauty inbetween”, to “create magic” in my mind. Taking pictures of small wonders is my try to guide other people’s view, direct their gaze to the invisible lines my mind draws, connecting thought, sensation, trees and stars and summer hay.
I create to remind people of the beauty that lies in the simple, ordinary things.
The beauty I see can’t be bought from mass-producing factories – at least in most cases – and can’t be foretold in terms of shape, colour, or perfection. Beauty is what happens in tiny corners, in the hands of a child, a foggy morning, between dewy blades of grass and ashy rocks. Beauty isn’t static, visible, but a warm, filling, overwhelmingly enveloping atmosphere of grace, the thankfulness for a friend’s genuine smile and the smell of fresh bread.
I create to deal with personal hardships – with a troubled past, a confusing present, the scary uncertainty of the near future.
Being able to create reminds me that I’m still alive, that I’m not completely broken, because I’m still able to see beauty and feel love and learn friendship. Writing is the way to connect isolated objects, dreams, ideas; and it is the goal, the reason to keep my mind open to the world, the things and people in it. The process of composition, of taking a photograph is meditation and the result the source for new contemplation. I write promises to myself, reminders of feelings, solutions and inconsistencies and chaos.
I create to feel. I create because I feel. I create so others will feel with me. I create to conserve a moment to feel it anew in the future.
Originally written as a response to To be an Artist… on DeviantArt; then the original author challenged me to write it out. The parts in italics are from my original comment, the other lines are my thoughts from today. If you are interested in our little discussion about this longer version, please visit my post on DeviantArt http://fav.me/d87ylfe.