Two bars of a song I’ve never heard before passes and the first thought I have is “I am craving a new world.”
This strikes me as a bit strange, but music moves me to think things sometimes as all art does. Walking through art galleries, experiencing a powerful performance, or reading strong words by strong humans makes me—no, inspires me. And not just inspiring me to write my own plays or novels or paint with my fingers or mind or whatever, but inspires me to continue to be dedicated to this world. To be alive, to strengthen my relationship with living.
We forget this sometimes. We forget about the things that keep us alive, the things that reign us in and anchor us to the reality that we cherish and believe. Those dark days, those days that are remarkably small and weak for us are the days that we can look towards the next and hope that something glimmers, that a bar of music inspires you to love the world around you for a few moments, or finding a photograph on tumblr that latches you into another world and helps you dive into life again.
Art is powerful, but only because we are responsible for wrapping our minds around the work and doing the alterations in this home, this life. I am thirsting for a new world of dreamers and leaders and innovators. This world exists, and is out there, but sometimes I have to take a break from it to remember its there.
I am tired of this world of awful humans coming out of the woodwork. I’m tired of a world where people you thought you knew turn out to be assholes or liars, or people you cannot trust. I trust that this world is pulsing with life, but also that it is consumed by waves of disbelief and pain. How can we overcome this? How can we reach our hands across oceans or through barriers of ignorance to make the changes we want to see in a new world?
If you believe it, act it. If you value it, stick to it. And if you love it, work for it.
I think what resonates the most with me about art and its implications in the world around me is that it explores passion and care in ways that only the artist knows and understands fully, but invites others to experience the passion and love one feels. I trust in art that there is honesty somewhere, that there is purpose for one person somewhere and if that is the lifeline that they need then that is enough.
Someone once told me they created art to live, that it saved them, that it anchored them back to purpose and passion, and for that one person I am grateful to art for roping them back in, and for keeping another heart beating for this world.
So as long as I am here I will appreciate the art that finds its way into my ears and brain, because there is something addictive to good, beautiful, powerful art. It inspires me, it inspires me to keep moving forward, and to challenge myself to find representations of my own passion, care, and love in the work that I do.