Being in a serious state of play (like a child), as they say it, comes with a lot of perceived unserious facetiousness, even superficiality. Against the landscape of carefully projected depth where the ones we [should] look up to sit and perform, keeping the performance bit in the making, but not in the project could be an act of rebellion in itself, but the kind that is hardly recognized. The child never gets tired of making more drawings for the fridge with the preconception that they will be hung and loved regardless. When there is love on the other end, play is light and easy. Novelty is a natural state when fear and rejection is not present. It is the prerequisite to creativity. Ironically enough, it becomes the first thing that bears judgement as we ripen. The radical act of carrying that into the later years of life despite the persistent fear of rejection is an exhausting blessing. To achieve that you either need to be loved hard enough or to love hard enough. Mirroring the mother's love on the other side of the road, filling your own cup and going about it. There is no right way or one way to create, but there are shapes of it that are less talked about. Creating as a form of giving, rather than an escape, or perhaps both. Creating from a full cup as it pours over, or creating to fill your own cup. A bunch of creations that do not look like one another because, when there is love on the other side, there is excitement. It is fun to chase that; it is fun to provoke, to be spoiled, to be loved hard enough that surprising is always welcomed.
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