i did a studio visit today

that led to a conversation about the human need to create…   i remembered when i was a kid, maybe 10, seeing a documentary on poverty in america.    a woman featured in it had several children and intended to have more, even though she couldn’t feed the ones she had.   having a child was the only “creative” thing she had in her life — she was going to do it no matter the cost.    even then i wondered, what is it that makes people need to make something?    a desire to leave something behind?   or more immediate — to prove there’s a reason to exist?  if the process of creation validates an artist’s existence, does it matter if the “product” is ever seen by anyone else?  or, is the art’s effect on the viewer what makes the “thing” art?

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