The more effort there is in my work, the further I am from living a truly creative life. I’m not talking about physical effort. I’m talking about psychological frustration, pain or suffering. A tortured artist is not a creative artist but rather a self-obsessed baby throwing tantrums at the universe.
A creative life is a divine life. Not that we’re a puppet for a bearded man in the sky. We are a unique incarnation with a voice all our own. It is when we find our own voice and express it honestly, freely and fully, that we are truly creative and not simply a carbon copy of our artistic inspirations.
When we are creative, we don’t summon some remote divine intelligence, we dance with an always present divinity.