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As Artists Touching an Audience - Thoughts on Creating


Beyond the full experiencing and aims of the creative process in all genres, there are the results, the “made” productions, the works, ready to be sent 
out there
from the self 
to touch other people in some (any) way of giving, 

the created work
presented

to affect the anyone in those moments 
of being-in-audience 
 to an artwork (In the perceiving and receiving of it) 
to any degree.

As writers, musicians, actors, artists, we are gifted through 
the creative process: through 
our Felt involvement 
from onset to culmination of the created works

And also when we, too, pause outside artworks,
as with all perceptions, 
to examine and receive, to be touched in some way: 
sensually, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, creatively…

Nearly always, then, we make a  judgement

about whether we Like what we perceive
 (in all of life as well) in an artist’s composition — 
Here
Is the work we have met with for a time 
and let reach us…

No matter how briefly, the created work 
has thus gone from being some “thing” 
To being an Experience.

This accounts, I think, for why artists of all genres 
feel more than an ownership of “products” about the works done. 
 Like a god-parent might, we 
artists invest our whole being into 
shaping works 
to the full completion of their inspiration.  
And, then, (as a person does for a fostered one or offspring)
 we have a bond…with a desire to follow the path and reception
of our works In the world beyond us.

Our created works poise apart from us…
very like living things…

Lost works are grieved …Others
Also often pass long periods asleep, away 
from any receiving audience, even from us, the creators…
Perhaps going forgotten;
Some envisioned works crafted into reality 
may return to a collection of once unfulfilled dreams,
 which do startle if they eventually wander
 out from dark corners and curled pages.

They may have stayed in sleep…to 
serendipitously rise for notice in a rebirth

Like garden perennials  signaled to stand 
in Spring surprise…in a new season of a gifting presentation.

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Experimental prose-poetry
also an “Address of Poetry” blog, PoetrySoup
(I give 2nd Apologies to Aristotle for this :-)
(c) sally young eslinger 3/10/22
Thanks be to God
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