Lots of people associate artists with madness. Admittedly, we have our share of folks that historically were case studies for many generations of psychologists.
Crazy is often a synonym for madness. I look at it slight differently: You might have a moments of madness, true batshit nutzo “so-far-outside-the-box-there’s-no-box” thinking that kicks off your entree into crazy. But when your conscious mind ‘sees’ where you are, crazy is a choice. It’s where you surrender to the moment, to the muse, to the feeling that you are about to do something that makes no sense, may be a colossal disaster, may render you vulnerable to ridicule, scorn or pity … but you’re going to do it anyway. It’s one of the ways creativity happens. It’s what keeps some of us going, looking for another bit of crazy around the next corner.
I love this quote from one of my all time favorite crazies:
“You’ve got to be crazy; it’s too late to be sane … too late. You got to go full tilt bozo because you’re only given a little spark of madness. And if you lose that, you’re nothin’ Note: From me to you – don’t ever lose that because it keeps you alive.”