In the performance of one’s own work, the artist is given a glimpse from the Other Side and must be left free to choose all the components which seem to best interpret that rare instant.
Only the artist can be accountable for the expression of that creative moment in time.
Only the artist can be assumed to be sufficiently competent to make whatever choices would hopefully best portray that rare moment.
The words, the lilt, the carriage and yes, the costumery are among the many choices that must be left to the artist.
The antithesis of creativity is conformity.
If others must choose then please, consider the supposed neutrality of nudity. Would the audience best remember The Speak or The Streak?
A friend of mine told me the other day that he hadn’t a creative bone in his body. I requested he not make fun of his skull and reminded him that at 6 months old his creative bone was actively engaged in a new idea every second of every waking minute.
© Lee Broom
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