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Creating crowds out the negative space

Love is the opposite of hate. Courage is the opposite of fear. Life is the opposite of death. Creation is the opposite of destruction. More than that, creating is the antithesis of every negative state. When people create, they transcend the limits of time and space, and breathe life into the previously inanimate and uninhabited.

Creating is the ultimate purpose of life, because life breeds life, or Omne vivum ex vivo (Latin). It gives our lives meaning, it lets us interpret life and express it in our own way. It gives an outlet to our deepest, most intimate feelings. In Greek, there is a word for this: meraki. When we create, we share with the world a part of us, but no one can judge our creation. It is a legacy that lives on long after we are gone.

But people don’t do it for the fame, or the glory, or the money – none of that is even guaranteed. People that create do so because they don’t have another option. They don’t wait until they have the time, or the space, or the money, or the studio… They don’t make up excuses. They just create, no matter the circumstances or setting, because that is part of their existence. It is as essential as breathing, and it bubbles its way to the surface one way or another. It is a rush, a high, an adrenaline boost that gives them a reason to continue forward. This burning passion drives them to create and express their ideas, but it comes at a high price. Other things in life take a back seat; sacrifices are made in social life, family, and loved ones. It is a lonely journey, and it is not for everyone. Dreams have to take priority, while something’s gotta give.

But why are some people more apt in the creative process than others? Why do some people have more ideas than they know what to do with, while others draw a blank? Perhaps our brains are wired differently, or perhaps we develop our creativity based on our upbringing. Some people are more drawn to the careers of their parents. Artists, musicians, and sportsmen usually come from families where the craft has already been practiced. This gives them a system of support and understanding when they need their space, as well as the encouragement to follow their dreams in the face of adversity.

Whatever the case is, everyone can participate in the creative process. You don’t have to be an artist, musician, photographer, choreographer, world-class chef or Olympic competitor to express yourself. Cooking your meals, setting the table, decorating your home, and playing games with your kids (or your peers), or writing in your journal or blog, are all ways to get out there and get your creative juices flowing. Creating something, no matter how small, can make a big difference in your self-awareness and brighten up your daily routine. It is the best gift you can give to yourself and others, because it is a piece of you, and from it new life can be born.



I have a similar framed photo of a Russian Ballerina as this wonderful spray painted work: “Dance” – Spray Paint on Canvas by Me….. The image is hanging on my freshly painted wall in my new bedroom of my new apartment. It is one of the only pieces of decoration I brought from my old room. It is also black and white, with a black frame. I love looking at it. It inspires me every day. Looking at it makes me want to spread my metaphorical wings and soar. Dance is like that. It is emotional, spiritual, musical, soul-touching and physical all in one entity. If you don’t believe me, take a dance class. Leave your embarrassment at the door and give it all you got on the dance floor, and see how you feel during and afterward. Try it.

P.S. Really awesome montage of the greatest dance movies made here.

Que pequeno es el Mundo!

How small the world is! (literal translation haha)
So, clearly I’m in Spain now, half across the world from NYC. But even so, the 6 degrees of separation, and all those sorts of theories prove true. I have found out (via Facebook) that my classmate from High School is currently studying abroad in Madrid! And so, when our whole group decided to visit Madrid, 2 hrs 45 mins away from Salamanca by train, I called her up. Who would’ve thought that 2 people who didn’t keep in touch much in their hometown, would bond in a foreign country?
That same day in Madrid, one of the other girls was looking at some local artists’ work outside of Museo del Prado. As she starts looking at this one guy’s paintings, he realizes she talks in English, so they chat for a little bit. She compliments him on his English, which is when he reveals that he is from New York – from Brooklyn, no less, like me! Not to mention, the girl herself grew up in Sheepshead Bay, and apparently, the artist is from Brightom Beach, Bay 2!!! Coincidence? You can say that! Later, when the group of us found a place to eat around the museum (mind you, it was probably the grimiest place we could have chosen, but at least it was cozy…) – in comes the artist, to get a coffee to go!! He commented on how out of all the places, we found this spot, I believed he called it “this hole”! Heh, good times…
Now a little about my living situation. The 38 of us from St. John’s University are living in the dorms with the Spanish students attending the University of Salamanca (one of the 4 oldest Universities in all of Europe! I went on the tour, where we saw the ancient classrooms, from the 16th century!). University facade
Anyway, we are dispersed among the locals, and eat with them in the cafeteria. My roommate and I have actually made a few Spanish friends, one of whom is from Portugal, and speaks English really well. So anyway, we are talking with him, and it turns out that his best friend in Portugal is from Moldova, just like another boy in our study abroad group! When he heard that I’m originally from Ukraine, right next door to Moldova, the Portuguese boy was shocked. “So who is American, then?” he asked..I guess American is a broad interpretation…
Entonces, ves que el mundo es muy pequeno, no?