JAMES MORSE

I feel a deep desire, a need to return to the soil in which I first found myself creatively, over a decade ago, writing and making in solitude, in the space of quiet contemplation and enjoyment of sheer beauty.. the space of working out challenges in sonic form, syllabic diction, a practice in gestalt…

I currently find myself so far from that original place of creativity, and I find myself asking the question, “am I really where I want to be?”

It’s so difficult to turn away from the immediate gratification machine that is the internet, social media, and streaming service algorithms. I simply must, however, step away, indefinitely, and sometime soon, in order to recover that child-like love for Art. The journey has led me on a path of tremendous growth, but maybe unlike other creators of this day and age, I simply cannot subsist on the consumerist, market-driven dynamics of the Art and Music Industries.

Maybe it really is time for lower-case art, little way letters, and gathering the fallen fragments from the table to assemble something new and unexpected. That actually may be the problem. Everything has become much to predictable and far too expected. And that is disappointing.

I really need to step outside this box that feels very much like a cage. I have have the key, but I just refuse to use it.