Ground, pressed and the percolated to capture aroma , flavour and colour over time. we seem to have forgotten the key ingredients that go into creating quality. We ignore perseverance and belief to satisfy economical or social stranglings that clog brilliance. We live in an age where the urgency to deliver mediocrity is hailed as path breaking.
To be first is in no way a proclamation that the ultimate has been created and that none will equal its claim. You might arrive to the party early and be encouraged and showered with praise. For a fool praises as quickly as he tends to forget. To be a flash in the pan or a delicately crafted meal ? The choice lies entirely with you or depending on the calcium in your joints to hold fort before kneeling.
Sharing of an idea or an exchange of your process will always be met with citizens dwelling within the citadels built on opposing scales. We do not possess the gift of open thought and acceptance of something new. New within the confines of our applied knowledge maybe but never something unknown or radical. We try and place all things alien within the structure of our limited sphere of understanding only to hold on to intellectual authority. This false notion that all things standardised by the dons of creation and their intellectual superiority of all things known to man, will blind you from discovering possibilities beyond human understanding.
We have to allow art and the artist the space to make mistakes and find within their fumbling a voice distinct to it self or the creator. We must allow art to express itself in a manner where we become observers with a need to dwell deeper before comment. Why are we always in a hurry to reject ? Why do we constantly criticise without absorbing the entire feeling of the meal rather than just the flavour? We have to learn to stay still and only then will something true reveal it's self !
You are meant to discover the treasure, so stay a little longer and the path will emerge .
