It becomes an ally!

“Pain is not redeemed by art.

When we separate the creative process from a need to solve or fix things, it becomes an ally.” 

~Megan Devine

It is a difficult process to understand!  I know!  Our society is filled with the myth that pain is the purveyor of creativity and even I must confess that without Picasso’s pain we would not have “Guernica”.  So, there are rare examples of that happening.  But I think it is important to say that having a creative outlet does not lessen the pain.  It does, however, give me another outlet for expressing it. It also gives me a chance to move forward.  Just like my writing, once the work is out in the world it is no longer residing in my heart and soul.  In my opinion, this is one place where we collectively screw up grief.  Grief really does need to be expressed in whatever way you need to get it out of your body.  The loss will never ever leave me, but the grief can be expressed. It was 7 months ago today that I lost you and I still have not figured it out.  The best part of our life together was surrounded by art. It has been difficult to reclaim that joy without having you here to share it with me. The only thing I know for sure is that your love and my art is still here.

"Art"  Tanya Davis

Lyrics

I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world

if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard

just because i like them does that mean i should mic them

and see what might unfurl

i think of the significance of my opinions here

is it significant to be giving them does anybody care

just because i'm into this does that mean i should live like it

and really do i dare

art, art i want you

art you make it pretty hard not too

and my heart is trying hard here to follow you

but i can't always tell if i ought to

so i pondered the point of my art in this life

if i make it will someone take it and think it's genuine

will they be glad that i did 'cause they got something good out of it

will they leave me and be any more inspired

i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself

if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well

will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service

is it worth it, how can i tell

art, art...