One concept I've learned in my higher education that I keep returning to because it hits me so powerfully is the concept of the artist's wound.
An artist's wound is a topic/theme that an artist keeps returning to because it's some sort of psychological scar they bear - a question about their past and present that haunts the artist but provides no answers.
That's why an artist might often write/draw/paint/sculpt the same themes over and over - they're trying to find an answer, either through the self exploration needed to create the piece, or just in the hopes that some one else can see the pain in their works and 'get it' - that maybe one person out there in the audience understands, and can tell them what they need to do to cure their demons.
Of course, the cure is never so simple - if it was, they would have figured something out already. But no - there usually isn't an answer, or at least not an easy one, and so the cycle continues.
I can see wounds manifest right here on the ether, even.
Guilty as charged, but I'm not the only one either.
My wound is centered around my relationship with one person. Those who know me outside the ether probably already know who I'm talking about.
I love this person more than anyone else in the world, and know that she loves me - but know that nothing good will ever come from this, that we will never be together.
I've tried to put her out of my mind, to do what she says and find someone else. So far nobody has had the same kind of magic she has. Not even close.
Maybe that's why I don't give a shit about sex. Nobody else is sexy.
And I cared about her too much to do it with her when I had the chance.
She told me once that she would hurt me - she would be the one to hurt me, as much as it would kill her to do so, but she would.
She was completely right.
And that's why I've found the word "wound" for it so perfect. Injuring someone, although metaphorically, is right there in the vocabulary of my particular wound.
The funny thing is that I think it in the end makes me kind of a terrible artist, because when I read my stories to people, they complain that it just sounds unfinished.
Because the guy never gets the girl.
and magic doesn't exist.