Breathing and creation seem to me to be synonymous.
In order to keep breathing, many of us need to create. In order to create, we need to keep breathing.
In life, things ebb and flow. The tide coming in and out, the heat of the sun, the new leaves of spring and the falling leaves of autumn.
In this postmodern (or post-postmodern, if you like) world, we still hail in our expectation of daily structure to the industrial stage of our development. We are collectively engaged in a rekindling of “to the earth” naturism, yet as a whole, how many plastic things do you handle and toss on a weekly basis. Too many? Me too.