Lately, all the energy that I would ordinarily put into blogging has been going into the "a rooted flow" project. I'm not complaining. In truth, I'd probably not be blogging much if I wasn't participating in this project. Not that I don't want to. I'm just miserable at self motivating. The project, as it was partly designed to, has forced me into writing, thinking, making art, and sharing. Thank goodness. In lue of blog posts, I thought I would share, on occation, project enteries that I feel particularly attaqched to. But, if you feel the inclination, do have a look at the project page (link above "A Rotted Flow") because my partner has had some beautiful words and imagaes to share as well.
Week 10 : Creativity
This is another one of those words which I have a hard time really pinning down it's meaning within the context of popular vernacular. Without going too deeply down the rabbit hole which is my brain working out these kinds of riddles, I will just say that I find it puzzling when people are spoken of as either being or not being creative. How can it be that a human being isn't creative? Every time we solve a problem, tweak a tool's purpose, make a friend, share an idea, have (literally create) a child, etc... we are being creative. We all do creativity, everyday.
Clearly, most people are talking about a specific kind of creativity upon uttering the word. They are speaking of an artistic ability. But, I have to say that I just reject that. I feel like it puts up too many walls between people who are supposedly artistic and those who are not. That rankles because I believe that we all have artists inside of us. We are talked out of knowing that part of ourselves and guided away from knowledge that would allow us to explore and express that artistic side, as our lives progress. The lucky few are encouraged and/or educated in a way that they are able to seek out or remain connected to that part of themselves. Or, some of us are just so infected and enamored by the love for artistic expression that we have only the choice between pursuing it or going mad. And I do mean that, mostly literally. My struggle with depression is far greater when I cannot work (artistically).
It honestly kills me just a little bit when people say they are not artistic or creative because they cannot draw. The truth is that drawing is a skill that is taught and learned. It's a skill that requires one to relearn how to see three dimensional objects and convert them into two dimensional objects in their head so that they may render them on paper. That is a tricky thing to do. It take education and a whole lot of practice. Some people learn it faster than others. That is the only difference. (This of course excludes situations wherein there may be a learning difference or cognitive issue that would hinder learning this skill) The same can be said about learning and then committing to our subconscious knowledge skills related to composition, color theory, painting techniques, etc.
Yes, I do recognize that there are differences between people who never get truly good at art and those who do. I would propose, however, that those differences have much more to do with 1. having something they desperately needs to be expressed within themselves (which might be caused merely by having a brain that focuses on the emotional consequences of life over the logical), 2. having a strong preference for, drive toward, need of artistic expression (as opposed to those who are perfectly content to keep those feelings and experiences to themselves) and 3. being taught, being encouraged and being brave.
I think that may be the bottom line for me. When other's see creativity, or talent, or art... I see a person being brave.
The image above is something new for me. I don't usually do artistic pieces involving people. This is me being brave.