I’ve just had a very interesting realization in the living room. Wearing my turquoise comfy pants, sleep shirt and colorful wrap scarf, I’m spontaneously watching a TV competition show about tattoo artists. Sitting there, watching those artists struggle to finish their designs with the constrictions of the competition, the rules, and other people’s opinions over their heads. It’s as if they’ve all lost their creative essence, while trying to pursue someone else’s. These judges ruthlessly cut them down, embodied with the power of having authority over these contestants. Who designated them as experts anyway? Did all those tattoo clients agree with the judge’s harsh words on their new ink? While somehow entertaining, TV shows like this have created an atmosphere for harsh competition, ruthless judgment and constriction on creativity. It’s been ages since I’ve seen one of these shows, and the difference in how I perceive them is significant.
It is in pursuing your own creativity, your own inner wisdom, without the rules and weights of other’s opinions, where genius lies.
What I did notice, however, was the contestants possibly subconscious agreement with this perception. It’s as if they are internally rebelling against it, knowing that something is wrong but perhaps not being able to decipher it in the heat of the moment. Perhaps now they are looking back, watching along with me, understanding what went wrong.