I love airports.
Weird, I know. Airports are crowded, noisy, stressful. Their cleanliness and aesthetic appeal vary wildly. I’m writing today from the B terminal at DEN, and frankly, it doesn’t have much to recommend it.
Yet there’s strange magic here, too — a disorienting rawness, a deep and vulnerable humanness in this shared experience of liminality.
We’re here for many different reasons, and we’re all here for the same reason.
I’ve been wondering if the creative process is a kind of liminal space, too, an in-between state when something new is coming into being but isn’t yet fully born.
My plane is about to begin boarding (a liminal space within a liminal space?), so I’ll leave you with this:
What can liminal spaces teach us about our art? What creative alchemy is possible when — and only when — we enter the in-between?
I love airports, too. I get a lot of creative juices flowing whenever I’m in one.
Your words brought a small knowing smile to my face 😌 I just love how your mind sees things similarly to mine!