Creating art, to engage in creation, is my ultimate human experience.
I don't want to be too far out there, so that this blog becomes a soap box trapped in a hall of mirrors, where I only see myself nodding in agreement at every angle. But sometimes I get so choked up with what it is we all do with our lives as artists, it becomes condensed and heavy by the time I speak the words.
I once listened to some crazy Russian artists giving a talk at a UC Berkeley hall. Personally, off stage, I found them to be pompous *ssholes, but their thesis rang so true to me, I've stolen it and used it many times over. Their line of reasoning, put bluntly was this: God created us, we create art, we have become the Creator, come see our art and take communion with us. They had a tray with dozens of small glasses filled with some Russian-style Jägermeister liqueur. We each came up onto the stage, one at a time, to be personally blessed and take our communion with them. That was cool. So maybe their cool *a*******. A notch up.
That was about seven years ago. Actually, I think they are famous, cool *ssholes. You know, shown in museums (plural) and referenced for some other public oddity like polling people to create a the people's choice painting. Then they actually painted it using statistically winning elements, such as a blue landscape with a deer and a human. Something like that. Anyway, it turned out to be an uninteresting piece, thus supporting the original thesis, in my mind - we are the creators and different from the non-creatives.