Day 19 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016
Just like it sounds, nothing is on my mind. Some days, and by some days, I mean today, this is how I feel when my mind is squeezed by the stresses of certain events in life. They can be quite toxic to creativity. Paralyzing the flow. One exercise I perform when I have particularly difficult times – I write anyway. If it is just writing about how I cannot write, still I write. And I think this poem is a wonderful rendition of that sentiment. This routine also carries over in my art practice. It may sound more difficult to draw when one doesn’t know what to draw but it is really quite the opposite. There is no need to form words as in writing, it is simply making marks on the paper. Although there is nothing simple about it because there is something built in all of us that strives to create something worthy. That is the highest speed bump. But creativity is movement. I’m not waiting for the perfect thing to say, I’m saying it now, imperfectly.

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