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What if you saw your whole life as your art. Every single bit of it.  Dissatisfaction with ordinary or common expression of art is something that has brought my “creativity” to a halt millions of times throughout my life. Inspiration is rare, and perspiration dull and onerous.  If you are “artistic” but cannot create, you feel dead inside, stifled to no end.  I  have been extremely “creative” and devastatingly “uncreative” throughout the last 30 years of my life.  Whether it was fashion design, filmmaking or art, or even revamping old houses like the one I live in now, I have always struggled with the theme of art’s expression.  It always felt oddly outdated, all art, sort of dead in the water. It seemed the birth of an art piece was its death as well.   To make art, without the goal of retail sales, but simply for the sake of self expression, is anathema to the earth’s thinking.  What?  You’re not making money at it?  You really need a store, a website, a presence, a brand, a trademark,  but no, that’s called business, not art.  

So back to the idea of life as art.  In exploring this “survival” lifestyle, or one not based on sales and commerce, one can feel quite enamored and accepting of even the worst things about one’s life.  My point is that there is no greater creativity than you and your own life.  Your life is your art, no matter how dull it may seem, or how violent or perplexing.  All criticism aside, and taking away the audience of your life, the naysayers and the perpetually discontent advice givers, whose blindness obscures the creativity of their own lives to themselves, one is left with a blank page.  Every moment we can choose, through our new eyes, to see our life as our own canvas.  The pain of harsh self judgement can end.  I am not here to make anyone happy but myself, and I am not here to solve the earth’s problems, and I am not here to become rich or famous, because being here, simply alive and in full presence is all I am here for.

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