I am really glad I made this two week ago. I couldn't recall when was the last time I went to the park, photographed or sketched a single flower, any bushes or foliages.
‘To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.’
－ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
Why would I take art so seriously? Why did I feel a bit uneasy when I needed to explain what I do to others? I feel I have been played around and tricked by art, the mischievous imp concealed in holy garb indeed.
So now, let it go. Go back to the time when you were two years old and just discovered what you could do with one pencil and paper, as your mother helped you to hold it in your hand. What was the world look like? I tirelessly elaborated the stories behind my doodled figures to whoever drawn to my efforts at the table. How did it feel like?
I found one Ted Talk about creativity, I was quite skeptical, what kind of creative idea a TED talk person could deliver to an artist professional? Not to say she isn't in the business. I clicked 'play' anyway.
It turned out, I was wrong, and so wrong. I am ashamed by my own prejudice and ignorance and vanity! She was right. How often do artists talk about their works instead of their passions. I mean, this is what I have been missing out on.