This summer while working on various performance projects, I got some interesting new insights into the creative process. Specifically, I learned that it really is all about sex. It’s like Deepak Chopra said in a lecture I attended years ago: “Creativity is ultimately sexual … I’m sorry but it is!”
I couldn’t agree more. I’d always had this sense that self-expression, passion and the stirrings of your soul were intertwined. But it wasn’t until I spent a few months involved in Chicago, a show that was all about the bump and grind, that I really began to see the deep connection.
When I am performing or writing, and things are really going well, I find myself slipping into a wonderful, surging sea of release. The pure stream of expression coming out of me is so unscripted, free and authentic, that I could stay right there for hours, doing only that. I feel brilliant and strong, and wonderfully alive as if I’m just exactly what I should be.
And, of course, the same is true about sex. Communication happens at high, peak levels. It’s all perfectly sacred and profound, yet at the same time the most normal thing in the world. I am happy and complete.
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