The past is so forceful. It pulls us away from reality like the strongest of magnets. But it is dead; a dead weight; a burden. The past belongs in works of art so that it can be re-evaluated, re-visited. So that we can cease to identify with it as a part of our ‘self.’
It liberates us and makes more space for the present, for the ‘now-and-here!’ Tibetan Sand mandalas are painstakingly created with an inner bow for each grain and then abandoned to the master artist, the weather. This creation is witnessed by the universe, the visible and the invisible.
When we create art we can be assured that we have contributed a little of our unique minds and our spirits, a little of what we consider we ‘know,’ to the universe which we can never ‘know,’ without expecting rewards or benefits. This is real freedom.
After all, we cannot desire the unknown, so we can give freely to it without any attachments, any strings. Desires – the future – are repetitious and delusional; and the past has been repeated so many times that it is easy, habitual, representing no challenge whatsoever.
All the challenges lie in the present as we navigate our lives as tenants through breaths which we borrow. Our spirits are the only authentic art – formless, divine, and indestructible.