Yesterday during mass, I had an interesting epiphany in regard to the whole finding one's passion dilemma I've been experiencing lately. As it turns out, my theories appear to be like this. We create art when The Muse visits us. At that moment we have to run before it leaves us stranded again and we have to pour ourselves into whatever medium we use in order to create. However, if we're not ready, meaning we are not familiar with any medium, we have much greater difficulties expressing ourselves, and thus, the muse.
On a similar note, The Muse visits us most likely from the energy that flows in us through our feelings. Our feelings are based mostly on experiences. Thus, if something happens to me (experience) in which someone has made me angry (feelings), The Muse might visit me and if I have some skills like writing, drawing, etc. I can probably create something using this channel.
To summarize it goes something like this:
Art Practice > Greater Skills > More Prepared for The Muse > Experiences > Muse may visit > Art > Truth
I have put Truth at the end because to me, the most important value of art is that it is a way to express Truth. By Truth I don't necessarily mean facts but rather, perspectives, feelings, logic, and things we can find from our own human experiences. The truth I extract from the work of fiction 1984 for instance, has become a part of me, and this is how I revere art. If anything then I suppose finding truth is my passion. Maybe that is the purest form of passion.
And so it seems right now that the fact that I don't feel like doing anything at any given day doesn't necessarily mean I don't really have a passion, and even if I do sort of "force" myself into an activity, it's not a bad thing because I'm just sharpening my instrument (body-mind) in order to be a better servant of The Muse when it decides to visit, and of The Truth.
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