My spiritual and religious self are connected to my creativity. My spiritual part is the invisible part of me that animates my body. Without that, my body would be a corpse. My spiritual part tells my physical part what to do, and as long as the body is able to obey those commands, I will create art.
The religious part is the part I fight against. It creates conflict, and that is a vital component in storytelling. You see, I don’t have friendly thoughts about religion. Does this offend you? I don’t mind. I’m happy for my parents’ faith. It has been a source of comfort and meaning for them. What a wonderful thing. For them!
This conflict has always driven my art. It’s been a tug of war, and the pull has shifted back and forth through various stages of my life.
A lot of it comes down to definitions. Semantics.
If you think you’ve got it all nailed down, I’m pretty sure you have missed the mark. That is none of my business. I wish you well!
I was taught to act like I believed something even if I didn’t, and that eventually I would come to believe it.
If something didn’t make any sense, I was to accept it by faith.
Oh no.