I often find myself reflecting on life through simple, everyday experiences—sometimes the most mundane things can offer the deepest insights. The other day, I had this random thought that might seem odd at first, but it stuck with me: Life for me is like eating, and art for me is like the outcome—poopoo.
Now, bear with me for a second. Eating is a process of input. We take in food, we nourish our bodies, and we digest. It’s essential to our survival, but what happens after? The outcome isn’t always glamorous, but it’s a natural result of the process.
In much the same way, life feeds me with experiences, ideas, emotions, and influences. Everything I encounter becomes part of my “input”—like the food I consume. The way I interpret and process these things is unique to me, but the real transformation happens when I create. Art, to me, is the output. It’s like the end product, a kind of release, sometimes messy or unexpected, but it’s honest. Raw. True to the journey I’ve been on.
Just as we don’t always think about what happens after we eat, art often flows out of me without overthinking the process. Sometimes, it’s beautifully refined; other times, it’s more chaotic or imperfect. But it’s always real. Art is the byproduct of everything I experience, everything I consume, everything I reflect on. And just like anything else in life, the outcome is not always what we expect, but it’s necessary. It’s a part of the process.
So, perhaps art and life are both about embracing the journey, trusting that the messiness and unpredictability are just as vital as the moments of clarity and triumph. In the end, everything we take in finds its way out somehow—and that’s what makes the whole experience of living and creating so wonderfully unpredictable.
Life’s Process: From Input to Surprise
2/15/2025
I often find myself reflecting on life through simple, everyday experiences—sometimes the most mundane things can offer the deepest insights. The other day, I had this random thought that might seem odd at first, but it stuck with me: Life for me is like eating, and art for me is like the outcome—poopoo.
Now, bear with me for a second. Eating is a process of input. We take in food, we nourish our bodies, and we digest. It’s essential to our survival, but what happens after? The outcome isn’t always glamorous, but it’s a natural result of the process.
In much the same way, life feeds me with experiences, ideas, emotions, and influences. Everything I encounter becomes part of my “input”—like the food I consume. The way I interpret and process these things is unique to me, but the real transformation happens when I create. Art, to me, is the output. It’s like the end product, a kind of release, sometimes messy or unexpected, but it’s honest. Raw. True to the journey I’ve been on.
Just as we don’t always think about what happens after we eat, art often flows out of me without overthinking the process. Sometimes, it’s beautifully refined; other times, it’s more chaotic or imperfect. But it’s always real. Art is the byproduct of everything I experience, everything I consume, everything I reflect on. And just like anything else in life, the outcome is not always what we expect, but it’s necessary. It’s a part of the process.
So, perhaps art and life are both about embracing the journey, trusting that the messiness and unpredictability are just as vital as the moments of clarity and triumph. In the end, everything we take in finds its way out somehow—and that’s what makes the whole experience of living and creating so wonderfully unpredictable.