With each story we tell ourselves, we negate possibility. Reality is diminished. Rooms of the self are walled off. Truth collapses to fit a fictional organizing principle we’ve adopted. As artists, we’re called to let go of these stories, again and again, and blindly put our faith in the curious energy drawing us down the path.

We have stories about ourselves, and those are not who we are. We have stories about the work, and those are not what the work is.

Our inability to comprehend the inner workings of the universe may actually bring us more in tune with its infinitude. The magic is not in the analyzing or the understanding. The magic lives in the wonder of what we do not know.

When we are unable to recognize the harmony in the universe around us, it’s probably because we’re not taking in enough data.

A great work doesn’t have to be in harmony. Sometimes the point of the art is to show imbalance or to create a sense of unease.

Through practiced attunement, you can grow alert to these natural resonances. More acutely sensing what’s in balance and recognizing the divine proportions.

Certain proportions create a sense of holy balance.

The reason we’re alive is to express ourselves in the world. And creating art may be the most effective and beautiful method of doing so. Art goes beyond language, beyond lives. It’s a universal way to send messages between each other and through time.

When you contribute your point of view to the world, others can see it. It’s refracted through their filter and distributed again. This process is continuous and ongoing. Taken all together, it creates what we experience as reality. Every work, no matter how trivial it may seem, plays a role in this greater cycle. The world continually unfolds.