While I wholeheartedly support the act of creating without explanation or meaning, I know my art and music means more to me if it’s motivated by one or more of the following criteria. This is my Manifesto of Pure Expression:
I make art and music …
to remind myself that every moment, no matter how insignificant it may seem, can be meaningful if we choose for it to be so.
to extol the virtues of spontaneity, celebrate the majesty of the mundane, and embrace the beauty of imperfection.
that functions as a mirror to my insecurities, a vent for my frustrations, and an acceptance of my perceived shortcomings.
that emphasizes curation over creation.
for people who find it more interesting to answer the question “Do you like it?” rather than “Is it good?”
to do my part in promoting free culture.
BUT ABOVE ALL
to demonstrate that you, too, can make art and music.
We spend so much time and effort trying to shape the world into what we think we want, rather than recognizing it for what it already is: anything and everything we could ever imagine.
Photo above is of a particularly stunning sunset I got watch during a recent drive home from work.
I’ve never felt like making a New Year’s resolution before, which is why I’m going to make this one for 2015:
What are we really trying to find out when we ask, “what is the meaning of life?” Does the answer ultimately matter? Does the sense of purpose make a life better lived? Or does the question actually expose an unnecessary desire to apply purpose to everything as a prerequisite for fulfillment?
If one considers the “purpose” of this life is to simply experience it, the journey becomes much more important than any destination. This is hard for us to grasp, though, because it suggests the journey should have no end, which confuses us as a goal-oriented species.
Perhaps the answer to the ultimate question is staring us in the face, only we can’t see it because it’s not the answer we’ve trained ourselves to look for. In other words, if we think of “what” as everything in this existence within our ability to experience, then a simple punctuation change reveals the answer to the question: “What is the meaning of life.”
Daydream on a flight between Kansas City and Milwaukee, Dec. 26, 2014. I don’t think I broke any new philosophical ground here, but the exercise did help me better organize my thoughts on the matter. At any rate, it was a fun way to spend an hour-long flight.
Photo above is a shot I took at Halona Beach Cove, O’ahu, Hawaii on June 20, 2014.