What I love about artists is how we're able to express our passions so unreservedly.
It's how open we are about an idea, a thought, a feeling, an emotion, inspiration... even a phase.
We let it work though us and run its course, understanding that this moment is not all enduring. So, without holding on to it, we allow ourselves to be vulnerable this moment and open to new expressions in the next. It's almost like we take on a new shape, with every "turning of the tides".
This doesn't make us fickle or unstable; rather, it is evidence that we have the key quality everyone needs to live well.... The ability to smell roses.
We may sing in one moment about a broken heart and hating you for lying, cheating or leaving; yet in the next we celebrate beauty, love, life, food and all that jazz....
We paint our pain and passions boldly, blatantly on bare canvass.
We write words we wouldn't whisper to a soul, boldly on paper.
We compose music that you'd gyrate to, make love to, meditate to, cry to or simply bask in....
We know that you know that we know the notes of your heart and trust us to translate it to you! The melodies and movement; the tunes and tones, strokes and stress, cuts and chips; the puns and innuendos that speak the love, the joy, the pain, the hurt, the feelings that we're all feeling!
I love artists.
So, today, I celebrate creative geniuses (...or not so genius). Those who bare their souls to...who give themselves over to expressing God's favourite vocation: Creating.
Cheers to you all, my family!
Omoye Uzams...
