Art, I have been told is forged by fire.
I couldn’t quite grasp that metaphor.
When I write or when I learned a piece of music on my guitar, fire was not the word I would use to describe my experience.
I’ll look up from my work with the feeling that someone is watching me- just to my left and over my shoulder, close enough to say something into my ear.
In fact, I think it is saying something that I can almost hear.
That feeling is ALWAYS there.
When I am really in tune with the process, the more powerful the feeling.
To me art is not forged in fire.
It’s forged by a whisper.
Daily Prompt: Craft