Driven. Driven. Is it demons or G-d’s angel? The artist wakes at 3:00 p.m. Heart pounding, head throbbing, like an electric kick drum. BUM-bum-bum. BUM-bum-bum. “I should go back to sleep,” our man reasons. “A few minutes of wide-awake clarity will push me forward more than an hour in blurriness.”
Driven. DRIVEN. BUM-bum-bum. BUM-bum-bum. “You have to work now! You have projects to move forward! Your day job starts at 8:00 a.m. Get up and go!,” chants the pressing low voice, raspy like a grunge guitar. No nurturing here.
It is the voice of the Deceiver. It draws the weary artist from his bed into tortured work even as our painting’s single cruel eye draws us back into a purple hell, a Satanic morass.
What is the source of this demanding energy that compels the artist, even against his will, to conceive and then struggle to birth new work? Is it insidious? Destructive? Nurturing? Illuminating?
Perhaps the creative drive which saturates the artistic personality is all of these things. If this Drive, this Energy, calls the shots, then we are tortured, suffering, martyrs for our art. We have accepted the yoke of the Destroyer, the Deceiver. But perhaps we can harness and manage this Wild Horse, through awareness, self-discipline, Faith. Attach saddle and wings to this willful Stead, and soar in the heavens as upon Pegasus! Celebrate, be joyful, even ecstatic, for now you are partnering with the Artist, the Creator!