In 2002, as part of an Art class assignment, we were asked to pick a random paper out of a basket and to draw what was described on the paper. I selected and created a creature covered in long, white wispy hairs. A few days after completing the drawing, a single, long, white wispy hair appeared upon my left forearm...
Twenty years later, my father decides to draw a fire hydrant. Later that same day, a driver runs in to the fire hydrant which services a building under our care.
Evidently, the world is an interconnected, mysterious and magical place - the act of creation, not to be taken lightly. In what spirit do we create? To what aim? Why make art at all?
What is the difference between trying to direct the creation of artwork and trying to listen to and facilitate that which is manifesting? Why is this distinction important? Why should I care?
Why make art at all?