It seems to me the most creative acts humans can perform occur spontaneously, as internal states. If you think about it, courage is a creative act. Where fear would normally be present, bravery appears. It appears as the outflow of principles which a given person has chosen, and as a result of instincts.
When you look at art, what you are seeing is the physical artifact of a state someone has chosen, that of receiving and transmitting new ideas. Where do plotlines come from? Visual images? Musical arrangements? Dance moves?
At some point are they not non-existent, then suddenly appear, in rough form? And is that rough form not then steadily sculpted with yet more new ideas, until the artist rests?
I would submit that it is this creative gestalt which is most important. The art produced is merely the means needed to achieve the end of creative engagement with life and work (which are in large measure the same thing).
It is perhaps stretching the facts to call it a spiritual discipline, but I am very fond of a system of movement and affective awareness articulated in English by Tarthang Tulku, which he called Kum Nye.
Even the first exercise is quite interesting. You sit comfortably, spine straight. Cross legged is best, if you can swing it. Then you consciously relax every muscle in your body, for some ten minutes. Then you spend ten minutes simply processing every sensation that arises. You don’t reject it, or build it: you just watch it. Finally, you visualize something that has made you happy, feel that feeling, then build that feeling, like blowing a small ember into a fire. You can in this way CREATE a feeling of happiness. Try it. Then get the books, parts I and II.
Love, too, is a creation. So much of what is called love in our world is nothing but compulsion, quite often sexual in nature, but sometimes a belief that the other person will somehow solve your problems for you.
Consider this thought experiment: what if we had no genders and no sexual desire? What would love look like then? Would it not look much more like CHOOSING to love someone, consciously?
As I have defined it, love is a desire to help other people create themselves. It can manifest, depending on the context, as both compassion and confrontation. It can be helping someone carry their load, and it can be watching them carry their load without lifting a finger. Always, love is about what is actually beneficial for the other person, and not what feels good for you. War can be an act of love, as can opposing war. In my world, the only absolute principles are the need for individuals to reject self pity, persevere, and learn something every day. Always, you have to ask yourself what the details of each unique situation are, and do what you can to build other people, such that they are independent and able to love others as well as themselves.
It seems to me most of the brutality of modern art flows from a rejection of the possibility of individual moral growth. If individuals cannot grow, then logically their internal states are of little intrinsic importance. That individuals cannot grow, qua individuals, is an intrinsic conclusion of any philosophy dedicated to the principle that everyone is equal not just in rights, but their innate personality traits. The lazy equal the industrious. The intelligent equal the stupid. Socialist leave no room for qualitative distinctions of this sort.
This leads directly to art which is not FOR something–for building communities, for building trust or other virtues–but which rather rejects the very possibility that art COULD be for such things. Yes, it can be used as propaganda, but not for love.
Such an attitude, on the contrary, brings much ugliness. Cows chopped into sections, and preserved. Crucifixes in urine. Paint trails from paint cans with small holes in the bottom, swinging around on a string. What are any of these ideas trying to build? Nothing.
Socialism is always a DETRACTION from human culture. It is not a humanism. It is a form of cultural suicide. Do not even the Chinese, now, want to look back on their own long history with something other than the contempt which was de rigeur under Mao and the fascist punk kids he brainwashed so effectively?
Ideas have consequences. The task I have set myself is showing clearly what the paths are between which we must choose.
Hopefully the foregoing makes sense. I have delayed posting it, since the feeling which gave rise to it is entirely non-verbal, and I wasn’t sure I could convey it.