Saturday, October 22, 2011

sometimes i think i'm an artist

sometimes i think i'm an artist. sometimes i like to think that i'm an artist. whether i'm on the stage or in my personal writings or photography, i like the idea that what i'm doing is creating...

creating is like exhaling....

i haven't created any masterpieces in my lifetime as of yet (and i think i'll be okay if i never do) but at one point in my life i have a dream to create the absolute best thing i possibly can -- i am in love with the idea of pouring my life, heart, and soul into something beautiful....

art is sacrificial, it is an offering of the self....

in my experience with the theatre, especially, i've come to the realization that in my art, i become a vessel of something transcendent. something somewhat outside of reality. we all are bound by this reality, but in art, there seems to be a certain something jumping up, touching and crashing against the roof of it's limitations.

the art that i bear - some would consider "confessional"...

and i'm actually okay with that now --- there was a time when i wasn't. there was a time i was afraid. i was really afraid. i was afraid of what people would say or would think of me. i used to think that people would find it 'inappropriate' or somehow think that it isn't art. my art is me. it's all i know...

my life is all i know...

my life isn't pretty, but GOD has redeemed it...
i may be sullied, soiled, and grimy, but GOD has washed me in the blood of HIS SON...
even though the things that i've experienced in life are painful, but GOD comforts me...
there is darkness in my life, but GOD is shining his light even to the farthest corners of my heart....

i aim to continue to offer myself up as a living sacrifice in art and in my life - how i sit, stand, walk, run, think, pray, talk, listen...et cetera.



1 comment:

  1. so, over your shoulder
    the other day, in your room
    where you were room-inating

    i saw you, reading
    reading your blog
    this old blog.

    i thought you were writing
    some new post, some poetry
    perhaps.

    so now i'm reading
    looking for the new you
    finding the old you.

    if i could tell you one thing
    caleb, my dearest friend
    it's this:

    i love you
    old or new.
    right or wrong.

    happy or sad
    heavy or light
    good, or bad.

    that's really all. but while you're figuring it out, listen to yourself, and try to love yourself. old and new. my sacrificial, confessional artist-friend.

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