Interesting Times?

Interesting times seems to be an understatement of our current global situation. We, the entire human race, is facing a pandemic of epic proportions. Hundreds of people are dying daily in tally. Here in the United states we are currently on lock down. Stores are closed. Businesses are not open. People are not going to work because of fears of contamination of the Corona Virus. Scary, Scary stuff indeed. My children are home due to a statewide closure of all schools for six weeks. My wife’s catering business has taken a serious hit. And of course how many people are hiring designers at the moment, I can tell you, not many. Financially I am scared out of my gourd. I have been thinking about that saying “May you live in interesting times,” all day. Not sure why, but it has been bouncing around my consciousness for the better part of the day. So, when I sat down to write this post, I looked it up. I googled the saying, and the first itemized reference was a quote from Robert Kennedy. 

There is a Chinese curse which says ‘May he live in interesting times.’ Like it or not we live in interesting times. They are times of danger and uncertainty; but they are also more open to the creative energy of men than any other time in history.

I really am not sure of the context of the speech, other than it was said in Cape Town 1966. I could of course do some digging but it is really not relevant to this post. What is important or relevant is that in the speech mentions the “creative energy” of men. This really hit home for me as I have been dealing with an over whelming creative energy, an all consuming creative energy that has me pushing the boundaries of my own work. Makes sense to a point, I mean all I have is time to think, but this feels different, feels comforting rather than just a simple byproduct of having too much time on my hands. No, rather, this feels like a gift. An “interesting” gift, but a gift non the less. I have been given time to think, and time to explore, while at the same time my world as I know it has changed its routine, changes its pattern. I know you’re probably thinking which came first, the chicken or the egg, well, in this case both.

I believe that my art is not an accident. I also don’t believe that my overwhelming creative energy, is also not an accident. I think that this energy is allowing me to not get wrapped up in my own fears. Trust me, I could jump right down that rabbit hole of fears and what not that I might never come back up for air. No, I think this creative energy was more like a gift with the shit. The universe telling me, here, I know you are going to be dealing with a bunch of crazy ass shit, so I also want you to have this amazing security blanket to protect you and your family from all of that. Just cover your family, hold on as fucking tight as you can, and let your mind wander down that meandering path of creativity. All that crazy built up creative stuff you wanted to do but never seemed to have the guts to push yourself to do, well, now you have permission. Set your imagination on fire and break every erroneous rule you either accepted or created about the boundaries of your art. Letting our imagination free to move about the cabin, while our bodies are fixed in a general location, well, may just be exactly what I needed at this moment.

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  • Erik says:

    Nicely said my friend. I hope you and yours weathers the storm in one piece, and that you continue to “feel” and push those boundaries!

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