We give anxiety power, and the right brain consciousness loves to conjure up imaginary bombs of self-destruction.
What if instead of keeping any worries in we could express them through outward movement, some form of art.
The art of fiction, the art of underwater basket weaving, the art of rolling dice — whatever you fancy as a release from the prison of unnecessary worry.
Keep in mind that anxiety is not a prerequisite for making stuff. All creativity is a form of prayer.
There are plenty of genuinely happy artists that express themselves through their work. I’d say Paul McCartney is one of them, for instance. But there’s plenty on the opposite side of the spectrum like Francis Bacon or Vincent Van Gogh, whose paintings allowed them to release inner demons.
Transmuting either happiness or anxiety into a blank canvass helps prevent any excess storage.
“The talent to make art accompanies the need for that art; they arrive together.” — John Berger, Here is Where We Meet