No One Writes Alone; But We Paint Alone:

On writing:

The convention illuminates the minute my fingers land on the home keys. Words ceremoniously comply to each other leaving little or no doubt what the outcomes will be.

On painting:

With a paint ladened brush, the mystery of the paintings foundation waits impatiently, at no point will the intended work of art start the conversation.

I contend… painting is a lonely endeavor… whereas writing, more often than not, wants to chat. It’s true; both are solitary endeavors; both can cause you to “sweat blood.” You slog on; one talks to you through letters that become words. The other stagnates; waiting for a decision, barely giving any clues as to what color to use or which directional course to take with the brush in your hand.

The act of being creative can be present in a group, but the self appeasement and glory really goes to anyone individual. Collective thinking removes individual actions or identity. Neither painting nor writing can survive in such a restrictive environment. 

I believe if you truly want to embrace your creative self identity; write or paint alone. But be prepared with the knowledge that writing will encourage you with revealing thoughts. Painting only evolves when you surrender your thoughts. I know this sounds pretty esoteric. Give me the opportunity to explain in greater detail. 

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