
There's a point at which we must put pen to paper, bow to string, stick to drum breath to horn, paint to canvas, spice to palate, trowel to soil, capital to business...
In this moment, creativity has become a requirement to life.
We use our real voice.
We are moved to action by something unseen that carries all our doubt, fear, or otherwise negative emotions. There is momentum...finally a breeze that lifts us out of a becalmed stupor.