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The Universe Holds Its Breath

A Manifesto for the Spiritual Artist

There is a quiet but distinct terror in cracking the spine of a brand-new notebook. The paper sits there smooth and expectant and smells faintly of wood pulp and potential. It feels almost sacrilegious to mar that perfection with a smudge of ink or a hasty scribble. It reminds me of looking out at a garden covered in thick snow before anyone has walked across it. The whiteness is so absolute that you hesitate to ruin it with your boots. Yet we are here to make tracks. Leaving a trail is our art and it stands as the only true record of our humanity.

I define myself as a spiritual artist because that moment of hesitation before the first mark is made holds more divinity for me than any cathedral I have ever visited. This practice requires a distinctive kind of courage. It demands we look inward to find the spark rather than upwards to beg for it. We act as the vessel for something profound and entirely human.

Angels in the Trees

History is a treasure map if you know where to dig and I am certainly not the first to hold this compass. We stand on the shoulders of giants who understood that the power we attribute to the heavens actually hums within our own nervous systems. We cannot talk about the spirit of art without tipping our caps to the grandfather of British visionaries. William Blake walked the streets of London and saw angels in the trees at Peckham Rye not because he was delusional but because he was paying attention. He famously despised the “mind-forg’d manacles” of organized religion. Blake believed that the Imagination was the body of God and that everything that lives is holy. He understood two centuries ago that the divine is a matter of perception. To see a world in a grain of sand is not a poetic metaphor. It is a distinct instruction on how to use your eyes.

Wassily Kandinsky picked up this torch and ran with it. He saw the act of painting as a direct line to the soul and wrote about the spiritual vibration of art in the early twentieth century. He believed colour and form were a language capable of bypassing the intellect to strike the spirit directly. Hilma af Klint took this exploration into even deeper waters. She created her massive and esoteric works under the guidance of what she called “high masters.” We might interpret these figures today as manifestations of a collective human consciousness. She reframed spirituality as a secular and human-driven exploration of reality. The path she cleared leads us straight back to ourselves.

The Biology of Bliss

Anthropology offers a grounded perspective on why we look for gods in the clouds in the first place. Émile Durkheim argued that what we worship is often a projection of society itself. We create structures to manage the terrifying beauty of existence. Cultures build deities out of their specific needs and fears and hopes. Recognizing God as a cultural expression frees us to take responsibility for our own magic. We stop waiting for a miracle and start painting one. The realization hits you with the force of a breaking wave.

Scientific curiosity often leads us to the same conclusions as artistic intuition. Researchers in white coats have spent decades mapping the exact terrain I explore with paint. They offer empirical weight to the feeling that our spiritual experiences are homegrown rather than imported. Neuroscience reveals that the brain physically facilitates the sensation of oneness with the universe. We are hardwired for transcendence.

Psychology found a name for the state Blake lived in. Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi coined the term “Flow” to describe that optimum state of consciousness where we feel and perform our best. The ego takes a tea break during these moments. The prefrontal cortex quiets down and time creates its own strange elasticity. We do not need to attribute this trance to a muse or a ghost. It is the biology of total engagement. We become the channel simply by getting out of our own way.

Thinking With My Fingers

For me this communication with the divine arrives when I enter that flow state. Something strange happens. I become absorbed in the task. My intention amplifies but ceases to carry a heavy emotional charge. I am simply in the process. This manifests differently across the disciplines. In photography it takes the form of a strange dance where I physically move through space to find the geometry that sings. The editing phase becomes a rapid series of intuitive choices until the exact version of the image reveals itself through my hands rather than my conscious mind. It is playful and purposeful and unconscious.

Music offers a departure from the known into the unknown. I am lucky enough to play the hurdy-gurdy. The drone of the instrument opens the door to this state with startling ease. While solo play can sustain this for hours the experience transforms when shared. My band Celtarabia is built on this specific idea. We generate wild and life-affirming dance music where the gig becomes a performance for the crowd and a ritual for the players.

This process takes on a different shape with my music collaboration Agent Starling. I am given a set of instructions that include a feeling or a theme. I reflect on this to choose a fitting key and mode and time signature. Then I explore that territory whilst the recording happens. I am thinking with my fingers not my head. I have set the parameters and a playing space for musical exploration. The results are recorded raw and I return later to edit them in a second session. Even the quiet hours hold this power. I often wake early to listen to the inner voice talking. Once the writing begins the ideas flow and new paths appear to be explored.

The Paradox of Mistakes

This willingness to make a mess brings us to a vital paradox. We often find the right path only by exploring the wrong ones. The fear of error paralyzes the spirit but the embrace of the mistake liberates it. A wrong note or a stray brushstroke is not a failure. It is data. It is the universe telling you that the edge is here and not there. When I am improvising and my fingers slip they often land on a chord I would never have chosen consciously. That dissonance forces me to resolve the melody in a new way. It pushes the work into territory I could not have planned. We know we are right specifically because we have been brave enough to get it wrong. The mistake proves we are pushing against the boundaries of the known rather than simply repeating what is safe. We find our true north only by getting thoroughly lost first.

This is where the sheer frequency of the practice becomes transformative. When you show up to the page or the instrument every day you strip away the preciousness of the art. You stop treating every creation like it has to be a masterpiece and you start chasing the flow itself. We shift from a state of doing to a state of being. The practice ceases to be a chore and becomes a way to inhabit the world. It allows us to explore our inner and outer landscapes with a playful lack of judgment. In a world that worships efficiency and deliverables and bottom lines insisting on the primacy of process is an act of rebellion. We are not machines designed for output. We are gardens designed to grow.

Reclaiming the Divine

Philosophers have spent centuries trying to reclaim these treasures we mistakenly cast into the sky. Ludwig Feuerbach argued with great conviction that theology is essentially anthropology. He believed that what we call God is actually a projection of our own highest nature. We take our best qualities like love and wisdom and alienate them from ourselves by assigning them to a deity. Feuerbach urged us to take those attributes back. Friedrich Nietzsche picked up a hammer to drive this point home. His famous declaration that God is dead was a challenge rather than an ending. He wanted us to realize the “will to power” within us. The “Übermensch” is essentially a human who has realized their own potential to create values and affirm life without supernatural crutches.

Baruch Spinoza offered a perspective that feels particularly resonant for an artist who loves the natural world. He saw God and Nature as two names for the same infinite substance. This pantheistic view suggests we do not need to look up to find the divine because we are already standing in it. Paul Tillich reframed the conversation by describing the divine not as a being but as the “Ground of Being.” This shifts the focus from a beard in the sky to the raw act of existing with courage. Carl Jung mapped the internal landscape by describing gods as archetypes in the collective unconscious. He viewed spirituality as a process of individuation where we integrate the hidden parts of our psyche to achieve wholeness. These thinkers provide the intellectual bedrock for believing in our own magic.

Building Cathedrals

Contemporary visual artists continue to fan these flames. Marina Abramović uses her own body to demonstrate the sheer scale of human resilience and energy. Her performance pieces like The Artist Is Present strip away the noise to reveal the raw power of human connection. She proves that our ability to hold space for one another is a spiritual act. We must also acknowledge that the viewer is as much a part of the spiritual equation as the artist. Mark Rothko understood this perfectly. He stripped his paintings of figures and landscapes until only raw emotion remained. The Rothko Chapel stands as a testament to this power. It is a sanctuary without a dogma where massive dark canvases invite people to sit in silence. Visitors often find themselves weeping before these blocks of colour. They are having a religious experience facilitated entirely by pigment and presence. It proves we can build cathedrals out of canvas.

We can also build them out of ice and leaves. The Land Art movement reminds us that the earth itself is the ultimate studio. Artists like Andy Goldsworthy go out into the wind and the rain to stitch together leaves or balance stones. They create works of breathtaking beauty knowing full well the tide will wash them away by lunch. This is a profound spiritual stance. It embraces impermanence. It finds the sacred in the mud and the moss. It reminds us that we do not need to preserve something for it to matter. The act of creation is the prayer and the dissolving is the ‘Amen’.

A Frequency Inside Us

Music amplifies this concept by turning the vibration of the human spirit into something we can physically feel rattling our ribcages. Jimi Hendrix treated the electric guitar less like an instrument and more like a dowsing rod for the soul. He spoke of music as his religion and a way to connect with universal vibrations that bypass cultural dogma entirely. John Lennon picked up a similar thread with a quieter intensity, stripping away the divine hierarchy to reveal a humanistic unity. But for me this connection is far more personal and immediate.

The sense of timelessness and security the drone provides when I practice the hurdy-gurdy is unlike anything else. When it is strapped closely to my stomach I feel the instrument as much as I play it. It acts as an anchor and a platform that allows me to leap into the unknown. This vibration connects me to a specific lineage of sound that has always moved me. I remember the visceral bass of dub hitting deep in the stomach and making my trousers flap when I played with Suns of Arqa. I recall the trance-inducing acid house vibes of The Orb and System 7 that I heard at my first rave. I think of the soaring joyful journey of Indian ragas played by Shiv Kumar Sharma on the Santoor. These experiences are not about worshipping a distant god. They are about accessing a frequency that already lives inside us.

The Final Breath

It is hard to name that strange fluttering expectant excitement that courses through our body in the moments before starting to create. The ancients looked inward and found something that felt too vast to be entirely their own. You see this in the Christian concept of Imago Dei or the notion that we are crafted in the image of the divine. Eastern traditions like Advaita Vedanta suggest the individual soul and the universal reality are identical. These ancient maps of the spirit point to a singular truth. We are not empty vessels waiting to be filled. We are already brimming with the precise essence we search for. It forces us to ask where the line between the human and the holy actually sits.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin famously suggested we are spiritual beings having a human experience. I take that to heart. It means the messy and chaotic and sometimes painful process of being alive is the point. Resilience becomes a spiritual practice in this light. When a painting goes wrong or life throws a curveball that knocks the wind out of you the response is the same. We wipe the palette clean. We dig deep into that steely grit and we shout “Next!” with a grin. The ability to create again after destruction is the truest evidence of our power.

Recognizing these qualities within ourselves changes the game completely for a creative practice. It transforms art from a mimicry of creation into an act of pure genesis. We tap into that boundless energy to heal and to build and to make sense of the chaos. The divine is not a destination we travel to. It is the place we are speaking from. As I turn the wheel of my hurdy-gurdy the entire universe holds its breath.

Your Brain Isn’t Broken. It’s Creative

The Engine and the Armour: A Truer Story of Creativity

It starts with profound curiosity doesn’t it? That low-level hum beneath the surface of things. The sense that you can’t quite switch your own brain off. You’re in the supermarket, trying to remember if you need milk, but you’re also cataloguing the precise tone of fluorescent hum from the overhead lights, the discordant percussive rhythmic rattle of trolley wheels, and the quiet, tragic history etched on the face of the man staring at the price of coffee. For many, this is just background noise and mindless distraction. For you, it’s the entire orchestra, and you’re standing right in front of the brass section.

This isn’t a poetic exaggeration; it’s a neurological reality. Your brain isn’t just passively receiving more data; it’s wired for a different kind of processing. We now understand this as a dynamic, chaotic dance between three key neural networks. There’s the Default Mode Network (DMN), the brain’s dreamer, spinning daydreams and forging wild connections. There’s the Executive Control Network (ECN), the project manager, trying to focus and evaluate those ideas. And mediating between them is the Salience Network, the scout that constantly scans the horizon, deciding what’s interesting enough to deserve your attention.

In many creative people, the connectivity between these networks is unusually high. The dreamer and the manager are in a constant, frantic conversation, and your scout is working overtime. This is the very mechanism that allows you to see patterns others miss. It’s also why it feels like you can’t turn it off. But to frame this experience purely as a burden is to tell only half the story. The truth is far more powerful.

Chapter 1: The Addictive Pull of Deep Focus

Here’s the part the tragic artist myth always leaves out. The reason you can’t switch off isn’t just some curse. It’s because, when channelled, that relentless mental energy triggers one of the most powerful and rewarding states a human can experience: flow. Coined by psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, flow is that sacred state of total immersion where time dissolves, your sense of self evaporates, and the act of creating becomes its own magnificent reward. It’s what makes the process autotelic, the joy is in the doing, not the done.

This isn’t just a feeling; it’s a neurochemical cascade. Theories like Self-Determination Theory tell us that we are intrinsically motivated by a need for autonomy, competence, and connection. The creative act is a direct line to satisfying those needs. As you engage, your brain rewards you with dopamine surges in the striatum, reinforcing the behaviour and making it deeply pleasurable. This is what makes creativity addictive in the best possible way, not just an obligatory coping strategy. You’re not just offloading sensory data to survive; you are chasing the profound, intrinsically rewarding high of mastery. It’s a private, powerful truth. Which makes the public lie we’re told all the more infuriating.

Chapter 2: The Lie of the Lone Genius

Our culture loves a simple hero narrative, doesn’t it? The lone genius, struck by a bolt from the blue, toiling in a dusty garret to produce a masterpiece all on their own. It’s a romantic story. It’s also a convenient and profoundly damaging lie. The truth is that creativity isn’t a solo performance; it’s a team sport. It’s what Brian Eno, a master of these things, brilliantly termed ‘scenius’.

The polar opposite of genius scenius is the idea that groundbreaking work emerges not from a single mind, but from the collective intelligence and energy of a scene. Think of the Bloomsbury Group, tearing up the literary rulebook over tea and fierce arguments. Think of the punk scene in 1970s London, a glorious, feedback-drenched conversation happening in grubby pubs and rehearsal rooms. Innovation doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It happens in conversation, in collaboration, in the fertile friction of minds rubbing up against one another.

So why does the myth of the lone genius persist? Because it’s incredibly useful. It serves a clear economic and social function. A single, tortured genius is a simple, compelling product to market. A collaborative, messy ‘scenius’ is not. More insidiously, it atomises us. By telling creatives they should be toiling away alone, it keeps them disconnected, less powerful collectively, and far easier to exploit in industries built on precarious, gig-based work. It allows a small group of cultural gatekeepers to bestow the ‘genius’ label, maintaining a power structure that is far from meritocratic. The myth of the lone genius isn’t just wrong; it’s a cage with no bars, designed to keep us from realising our collective strength.

This is why the composition of a ‘scenius’ is so critical. A homogenous scene is a stagnant one. If everyone in the room comes from the same background, shares the same reference points, and holds the same assumptions, you don’t get innovation—you get an echo chamber. The cultural river becomes dangerously shallow. True, world-changing creativity is almost always the product of friction between different perspectives and experiences. Fighting for genuine diversity and inclusion in our creative fields isn’t just a moral good; it is a strategic imperative for any culture that wants to progress.

Chapter 3: An Engine for Growth, Not Just Survival

So yes, the cost can be brutal. That survey finding 73% of musicians experience anxiety and depression is real and it matters. But it’s a profound mistake to see art only as a coping mechanism for trauma. While it absolutely can be a powerful therapeutic tool, its purpose extends far beyond mere survival. To create is to experience a unique form of well-being, what the Greeks called “eudaimonia”—the joy that comes from living a life of purpose and growth.

In an age where artificial intelligence can generate slick, novel content in seconds, this distinction has never been more vital. AI can replicate patterns, but it cannot replicate the messy, embodied, human experience that gives art its soul. It hasn’t felt heartbreak or stood in a supermarket overwhelmed by the sheer chaos of existence. Our creativity, our ability to connect, to feel, to find meaning in the chaos, is not just a nice-to-have. It is our last truly wild resource, and our most valuable strategic asset.

The Pragmatic Path: How to Service the Engine

Understanding all this is one thing. Living it is another. In an economy increasingly dominated by AI, nurturing our uniquely human creativity isn’t a soft skill; it is the most important work we can do to make ourselves indispensable. It’s not enough to validate the feeling of being overwhelmed; we need a practical toolkit to navigate it. If your creativity is an engine, not a curse, then it requires maintenance. This isn’t about suppressing your nature; it’s about learning how to handle a high-performance machine without burning out.

First, practise neurological hygiene. Your hyper-aware brain is taking a constant beating. Mindfulness isn’t some fluffy wellness trend; it’s a direct intervention. Start small. Ten minutes of deep breathing before you even look at a screen creates a vital buffer. A body scan, where you simply pay attention to physical sensations from your feet upwards, can ground you when your mind is racing. This activates your parasympathetic nervous system—the body’s own braking mechanism—and gives you a moment of quiet agency in the storm.

Second, build resilience through radical self-compassion. The “lone genius” myth leaves no room for failure, which is, of course, the most essential part of the creative process. Reframe your inner critic. Instead of seeing a failed experiment as a personal failing, see it as data. Keep a journal of small wins. When you feel that familiar pang of alienation, pause and remind yourself: “This feeling is a known occupational hazard for people like me. I am not alone in this.” This isn’t self-indulgent; it’s a strategic move to build the emotional stamina you need for the long haul.

Third, defend your environment. In 2025, our attention is the most valuable commodity on earth, and everything is designed to steal it. You have to fight back. It’s not optional. Establish non-negotiable digital boundaries. Have screen-free times or zones. Crucially, get outside. Spend time in nature—forest bathing, a walk by the sea—to recalibrate your senses away from the urban assault. Counterintuitively, the best way to refuel your creativity is often to engage in low-pressure hobbies entirely unrelated to your main work. Cook a meal, fix a bike, do something with your hands that has no audience and no stakes.

Fourth, actively build your ‘scenius’. Don’t wait for community to find you. Seek out artist groups, online or in person. Share your work, but more importantly, share your process and your struggles. Find a mentor. Offer to mentor someone else. Start a collaborative project with the sole aim of distributing the cognitive load and sparking unexpected ideas. Connection is the antidote to the existential drain of feeling like you’re the only one seeing the world this way.

Finally, look after the machine itself. The link between mind and body isn’t mystical; it’s physiological. You cannot sustain high-level creative output on a diet of caffeine, booze, digital dopamine or anxiety. Prioritise sleep as if it were a critical project deadline, because it is. Move your body in a way that feels good, not punishing. And if the overload becomes chronic and debilitating, seek professional support. Finding a therapist who specialises in the mental health of creative people isn’t an admission of defeat; it’s an intelligent investment in your most valuable asset.

Your creativity is not just your armour against an overwhelming world. It is the very engine that propels you through it. Our job is not to wish for a different, simpler brain, but to learn how to service the magnificent, complex, and powerful one we have.