I’ve been asking myself this question daily as of late. In part, because it reminds me that I am an artist – something I’ve only recently embraced. And in part, because it spurs me to action if the answer is no.
There’s a lot going on these days. It seems some of us have become caught in a cycle of seeking and finding the worst in each other. Of creating solutions that perpetuate vengeance and violence rather than compassion or healing.
When reality is ugly, brutal, far from utopia and idealism, art shows us beauty and possibility. It encourages. Resonates. Reminds. It gives us new questions and new ideas. It pushes. Heals. Helps us to expand. Art is activism.
Whether you paint or dance or cook or sew or write or act or sing or whittle or sculpt or compose or love or…
Have you made art today?
The institutions of human society treat us as parts of a machine. They assign us ranks and place considerable pressure upon us to fulfill defined roles. We need something to help us restore our lost and distorted humanity. Each of us has feelings that have been suppressed and have built up inside. There is a voiceless cry resting in the depths of our souls, waiting for expression. Art gives the soul’s feelings voice and form.
~Daisaku Ikeda