O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat upraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object.
The Magician makes the visible, invisible.
The Scientist makes the invisible, visible.
The Artist stands in between, indivisible.
Or put another way….
When you make music or write or create, it's really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you're writing about at the time.
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.
And why make art?...
Because art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
Because art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Because when life beats you down and crushes your soul, art reminds you that you have one.
Because art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
Keep that in mind the next time you go to the theater. The theatre… which is the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being. Some gifted men and women have built a community in that room, and the immigrant is you.
Theatre pro, amateur yogi, and competent home cook.