One of the things no one ever mentions about being a creator (regardless of your preferred medium) is how it’s as rewarding as it is taxing.
There’s so much work that goes in to every photo, written piece, song, what have you, but because no one ever mentions the actual process, it forms this disconnect between creator and audience. There’s a certain level of intimacy that comes with exposing the process, and it’s indescribably difficult to be that open and raw, especially with perfect strangers. It’s so much easier just to present your work and walk away after the show. No one begs to mention the sleep deprivation, frustration, blood, sweat, and tears.
I want to bridge the gap.
This is my way of maintaining sanity, whether I’m strumming mindless notes together on my guitars until I stumble upon the perfect order to form a melody, or climbing scaffolding to show every angle of an experience that words cannot adequately describe. It makes every drop of blood, every drip of sweat and weary movement worth it.
What’s it worth to you?
“Not sure why I’m even writing this. But I guess it feels right. It sort of feels like I have to-like an exorcism.”
“A Departure”, La Dispute, Wildlife