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Why this space exists:

As humans we create every day: mkaing a grilled cheese sandwich with perfect crunch and meltiness; doodling on our notepad when we call up the energy company; forming our own ways to say ‘I love you’, spoken or unspoken, to our loved ones. What makes what we create artistic? Must we sit down for three hours to paint, write, compose music with noble intent and only what comes out from such arduousness calls art? 

Making art is painstaking, but the spark of a creative act can appear any moment. For me, it springs from the need to give a personal response to something I find extraordinary. An experience that jolts me out of auto piloting and demands my full attention to bring it to light in the most truthful way.

There's no way to recreate the entirety of what once captivated us. The replica will never surpass our first gasp of awe and the subsequent memory adorned with our imagination. But through working our way around the limitations, we search for our most original and authentic responses to the wonder that first seized our attention. That striving is an artistic act.




Light’s Interplay
Miscellaneous observations in prose and poems.