Avenue of Relief

George

I had the most interesting thought when I woke up this morning. What does your creativity feed on when the pain of life runs out? For me at least, my most creative pieces seem to come from my seemingly limitless fountain of hurt. If you’ve read any of my poetry or stories, you can see I don’t shy away from painful subjects. But sometimes that fountain can run dry. So what are you left with? An endless collection of Pop songs and declarations of love?

As a writer and want-to-be AI artist, my creativity thrives on my pain and displeasure. The place where my darkest thoughts dwell and where I can hopefully bring them to the light. I understand that dwelling in such dark places can be destructive. But through mindfulness, faith, and a little medication I’m been able to pull myself out of those places. But when I read work by others which I admire, I often wonder. Are they to tapping into the same well for the same reason? To purge their lonely souls?

It's a question I’d love to ask other artist. But in this text message giving likes kinda world. Frankly who has the time. I guess I have been granted the time to ask such questions. Since in the real sense, I’m not a real artist. Mainly because I give my art away freely, except for the occasional book. Still I think it’s a valid question to ask. So what do you do to relieve the hurt and pain? Do you read a book, collect poetry, follow a preacher, or just keep it all to yourself? My greatest desire in all of this is for you not to dwell on the pain so much but instead find yourself an avenue of relief.