Last month I had the deep honor of participating in Blessed Unrest, the art & social justice festival from Crescent Moon Theater Productions. My collaborator and I wove together spoken word that came from the truths of our experience. Working on this piece affirmed my commitment to the creative process, and amplified my desire for this process to always touch into the collective. A greater honor was to witness the other artists who owned the stage in their varied forms. They reminded me of the regenerative power of art... available at any age, at any point in life’s process.
We can engage our own transformation (as long as we carry a tolerance for the discomfort and a commitment to the unknown) and creativity is a way to distill meaning to the essence. To articulate the ineffable experiences that are too big for words alone. To process and integrate. To invigorate and embolden the quiet voices inside. We all have quiet voices that are worth listening to.
I see there is an artist in all of us, a creatrix that transforms emotions, thoughts, and perceptions. There is also an audience in all of us, who has a blessed opportunity to step outside of the lives we know and into the experience of another who has something to teach us.
Photos by the great Paula Junn