Moving from the hustle and bustle of the city, the suburbs seem like a lackluster, albeit stable, existence.
The city feels so alive, full of light and brimming with creative energy. The suburbs are comfortable, no hustle and bustle. No buzz in the air of what is new and interesting. The suburb’s branding and appeal has always been one of contentment and idealism.
We tell ourselves that we go to the exciting city for art and culture. And return to normalcy on our square, white picket fenced lots.
We could tell ourselves the story that our creative selves were left in the cities.
But relying on our surroundings to inspire and support our creativity is a good excuse to stop making art.
Art has always been made. In caves, on farms, in deserts, in isolation, in gatherings.
Art doesn’t need the hustle and bustle. It does not need to come alive in places that feel electrifying.
It only needs a creator willing to create – no matter how comfortable they are.