Complexipacity is the ability to cope with the complex,* far-more-random than we know universe we find ourselves in – and the micro-universe of our life within it.

Complexipacity appreciates how we not only must see and understand more by opening our minds, but we must feel and embrace more by opening our hearts, especially to others who are not like us.  However, in order to “let come” the emerging future, we have to contribute to this by opening our wills and acting upon what we become increasingly aware of.   We are then developing complexipacity: more than learning, more than discovery and exploration, but practice too.

The danger for Humans is, we’re accomplished at finding easier answers to a substituted easier question – though we often don’t realise we’ve done this.

The infinite artist knows their art is who they are not what they produce.

A work of art is literally that – a work produced by art but not the art itself, which continues in the artist and those she inspires: ‘Art has no scripted roles for its performers.  It is precisely because it has none that it is art.’

Art is awakened in a person when their heart is opened to open-ended (or infinite) possibility, not by copying the person who’s inspired them.

When an artist closes down their art to be the thing they produce, they are resisting complexipacity, the possibility to live creatively and open-endedly – infinitely inspired by who knows what?  When it is not, when it is found in something rather than in someone, when it is in some place and not in others, can it be art?

(*Complexity is different to complicated.  Complicated is, well, complicated, but usually there are discernible, repeatable patterns; complexity means does not necessarily contain such patterns- none we can discern, anyway, hence more randomness than we often admit.)