There’s something about healing that seems to imprison me. · Whereas art, in all forms, is a source of freedom. · Perhaps I’m trapped by the consumption of it all, thinking when I should be creating. · Is the consumption the problem? · Although the consumption and appreciation of art - of what it speaks - stirs more relatable feelings and emotions than the consumption of the ‘great teachers’. · Perhaps they seem too close to the divine, an aspiration that only leads to more pressure and guilt. · There’s something ‘human’ about art: its ability to portray the unspeakable, and within that, the power to seem so familiar.