About a month ago I worked at four different social science conferences within about a months time. It was a lot of fun, but it was also a lot of air time. So many times we think of air time as wasted time. A place where if you don’t want to pay ridiculous wifi prices, is totally wireless. It seems so primitive, what do you do with your time if you don’t have internet? You are left with nothing but your thoughts, and well anything that you have downloaded onto your iPad. This is what I normally do; read or listen to music on my iPad, but this time I decided to do something different.
I decided to try to make the most of my time up here in the clouds and what I found out is that being suspended in air is actually a great time to think through a lot of things.
Its interesting how being in the air breeds creativity. It’s almost an out of body experience if you let it be. You are climbing higher and higher….looking down on reality, everything up here seems possible. Everything on the ground doesn’t matter. Literally and figuratively you are above the world. Everything below is small and insignificant, but majestic in the same sense.
When I am on the ground everything seems so restrictive. I am afraid to dance, I am afraid to put my art out there, I am afraid to try new things and yet in the air this is all I want to do….dance…share….celebrate the beauty of life. Why does this feeling dissipate as I approach the ground? Does it have to?
A mentor of mine once told me that if you wait to be liked you will fail. This is a huge problem I have while on the ground…. I censor myself in order to garner more fans and in turn I lose a part of myself. However in so many ways perfection lies only in imperfection. Things that are too perfect end up feeling insincere and lack character.
I think that this has been a problem in my art as well, I am trying to strive for a perfect match between what I see on the canvas and the subject I am painting, but maybe it’s not supposed to be exactly the same, it’s supposed to take on its own life as if it were a different place; a dream state of the subject. Perhaps I should let the paint brush take me to the deepest part of my mind and pull out the inner emotions, more then the actual physical presence of an object.
Hmmmm…..I think as I sip my tomato juice which, by the way, is (I think) the most refreshing airplane ride beverage…next to alcohol of course. The take away of all of this is let go and just be, but most of all don’t let my restrictive grounded nature keep me from the freedom of flying. Just as Karl Marx said, “Workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your chains.” I feel the same way about my inner conflicts…share with other artists, put myself out there because really I have nothing to lose but my chains.
Please feel free to share your comments! Have you had a similar in flight experience? Are you more creative in transit? What is it about the body being physically moving in transit that allows the brain to open up creativity?