****ARTISTS TOUCHING AN AUDIENCE - THOUGHTS ON CREATIVITY****
(( Hello dear sisters and brothers! I've been gone dealing with my and Jim's I'll health for two weeks or so. I've lots of reading to do. Was inspired by a pianist/artist friend to write this early today. I am sure y'all have many ideas to add to it. Blessings to all. Glory to God during this coming Holy Week... pray for Peace! Standing with Ukraine!))
.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 pieces
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…
And nearly always, then, we make a judgement
about whether we Like what we perceive (in all of life as well)
Of an artist’s composition —
Here,
the work we have met with for a time and let reach us.
No matter how briefly, the created work has thus gone
pfrom 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 works done. Like a god-parent may, 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
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
an “Address of Poetry” blog, PoetrySoup.com
(2nd Apologies to Aristotle)my poetics poetry series
(c) sally young eslinger 4/10/22
Thanks be to God