An idea is born. A powerful, creative, joyful idea. I hold it close to my heart afraid that it will somehow die if I let it go into the cruel world. But an idea left in my hand will also die. So, I release the idea to the world knowing that some ideas live and some must die. The creation process can be cruel at times. I blow life into the idea’s little wings so it can fly while it is still young. Some day it might have power to fly on its own or it might sink to the bottom of the ocean after being struck by a fiery dart. I don’t know when I first get an idea if it will be a success or a flop. There’s so much hope and so much fear looking at the idea in my little hand. I’d rather keep it safe with me but risk is needed in the process of creation. So, I let the little idea go. And wait. Will into it turn into project and perhaps ignite movement? It’s a beginning and I am the artist.
That’s the power of creating something new.