Long before the applause began
The artist was busy at her craft
Working with her tools
Figuring things out.
For she knows that the audience will come and go
But the work will remain.
Inspiration flows and ebbs
Coming in and out like the tide
But there on her table will lie the paintbrush and the empty canvas,
Waiting to be filled with the colors of her mind
As though yesterday’s efforts had not even registered.
Each day’s work demands its own fresh swath of creativity,
Every dawn rising with the same question-
What will you create today?
We make art – paintings, books, meals and conversations
We build businesses and families
We create chaos and stumble upon harmony
We force war and feign peace
Mould clay pots and carve out relationships
Making creative decisions every day.
And regardless of how we did it yesterday
As long as we are alive today
The same question will remain:
What will you make today?