Art is my faith

Last weekend I was in the sun celebrating the launch of Mobius Loop’s new album, Dance While You Can. It was a glorious reminder to grasp the moment, to be fully present, fully human (and humane), and embrace joy.

Later, a deep and heartfelt discussion about what life is for, led to me concluding that art is my faith. Living creatively is a wholehearted way of showing up for life. I struggle with routine and my life as a work-at-home parent means that it’s hard to compartmentalise all the aspects of my role as a mother and my role as a creative. I often feel overwhelmed and out of sync with the mainstream.

It is in the making of art that I find faith and hope. It is in the stilling and slowing. It is seeing myself reflected in nature. In her changes, in her rhythms. It is feeling that when I can still my soul and channel the creative force into making a piece of art, I feel I am a spark from the infinite. That joy, that flow, that connection to other and all gives art a meaning far deeper than the nuts and bolts of technique and composition. Art is faith. Art is life.

That life force can be fed by living wholly. Art is not a walled box but an expansive connection to all that it means to be human. Art is not just the mark, it is the soul food that feeds you, the dancing that revives you, the care that you need to be you. Making art is a gateway to the soul. It is a life lived with purpose. It is not learned, it is lived and evolved and grasped in the tenderness of human connection, the intuition of process, the enigma of failure and the whispers of success. Art is a life lived fully.