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Death, Destruction and The Creative Instinct
The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal, but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.
— Wassily Kandinsky
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There is a certain death that occurs as part of the healing process, in the deepening of self-awareness, something that does not survive illumination. While it is tempting to spin out of the uncertainty and into rebirth, there is wisdom and a purity within the reorganization itself, which we cannot know if we abandon it prematurely.
The dissolution itself is initiation as it offers vision not available in the scramble to put things back together. An old part of ourselves that has accompanied us for so long, a fellow traveler is no longer permitted to continue the journey by our side. The crumbling of an old dream — my life and the way I was so sure it was going to turn out.
This prior soul-companion can be another person or it can be a member of the inner family — an image, a feeling, a lens through which we’d been seeing ourselves and others; a part of our world that has come to the end of its meaning, the end of its life.
— Matt Licata
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Awake. I have before me, behind me, eternal night. For millions of years I slept; for millions of…
