Creative Entropy
Life can be chaotic at times, and things can feel so incredibly out of control. Control is something I feel safe in, it gives me structure and stability, but it’s a deceiving sense of security, and in moments where chaos isn’t met with resistance and the desire to assert control, fluidity happens.
I picked up acrylic paint and sat opposite a sheet of card and made a mess. I embraced the loss of control and the spontaneous, erratic, playful process as I dipped my fingers into pots of primary colours and pressed them, without thought, into the surface. Immediately, I was inspired. Seeing the muddied colours merge and abstract shapes develop with each new and uncontrolled strike at the cardboard was thrilling.
I observed my thought process as I did. Ego and judgement would step into my mind, and I was confronted with the realisation that as adults, we’ve often lost what we were so blessed to have as children. As I reviewed each final piece, seemingly detached from the superficiality of aesthetic concerns, intrusive self awareness and criticism revealed itself. Why have we been so complacent to loose the awe and curiosity we had instinctively when were younger, one of the most innately human things we have within us?
With growing up comes responsibility, schedule, routine and commitments that often prevent us from finding the time to indulge in the privilege of pointlessness. To briefly embrace the loss of intention and control with the aim of simply experiencing and observing, no attachment, no judgment.
With the rigid routine of life today and the relentlessness of reasoning, moments like the experience I had whilst creating the painted pieces are scarce, but so incredibly essential to detach from the obsession we can sometimes have with purpose and control, if not just for a moment.
Letting Go A Little 