Sometimes I get the feeling I just want to let the water take me, let it's depths consume me. Just float in the void. A moment of stillness in a turbulent world.
Under the overwhelming demand to take a functioning role in society, or to just create means to have a comfortable life while working with art, the pressure to keep creating - or the right word would be "producing" instead - Like an assembly line, for fast content, for more views, more sales. The transformation of any creation or expression into products and consequently the sensation of being totally striped away from the original meaning to create in the first place.
But still the urge to create refuses to vanish, like a last strand of something that just can't give up... if so I also cease to be.
I plunge into the water, searching for it, for its meaning again.
