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| What's with the dragonflies? First of all, it's what sparked my most recent creative spring. Second, it always seems to symbolize the feeling of creativity, it is fast, it is there one moment than gone, it is beautifully colored and often elusive-much like Creativity. This will be a new series I am working on. |
The ability to create has two sides, although the two sides
are divided into a kaleidoscope of feelings and possibilities. In the process
of being creative is an amazing rapturous feeling where you see all
possibilities and connect that which doesn’t necessarily connect.
The other side is not so sweet. I can pinpoint several
feelings and processes in each: the state of waiting to be creative, being
creative and than dealing with not being able to be creative.
Creativity acts and reacts with everything in ones life.
It’s the way we see things, process things and how we function on a daily
basis. It has been the best of and the worst of living for me.
Let’s start with the creative feeling. When you’re there,
everything seems to create itself. You have stored over many months or years
the tools you use. It is just a matter of being open enough to allow the
mechanics to flow. The feeling is dramatic, beautiful in its simplicity and
rewarding in the feeling of seeing things develop almost magically.
After, even sometimes immediately after, the feeling of
sadness surrounds the loss of that amazing feeling. It’s like a beautiful
addiction, you feel like you’ll never feel that wonderful feeling again much
like a person who feels amazing after a sporting event-it’s an endorphine rush
that you crave.
A period of appreciation for the feeling of creativity but a
melancholy much like leaving a friend that you will dearly miss follows. You
get busy with life, you maintain, food seems bland and the sunset is just a
sunset.
While the time between rapture varies, the longer it lags
the more sadness and agitation that follows. The feeling turns to full-blown
depression when you can’t seem to find any connection with anything creative as
Life and pleasure seems mundane.
The eruption of the creative inspiration is much like a
coming storm. You know there is a tension in the air, there is something coming
and you can feel it. A great
Agitation and anxiousness follows the feeling as you are eager
to begin.
There are so many facets to the process between the block
and the euphoria of creating again but I will not make a long post even longer.
I would consider it mania when so many ideas all demand attention at the same
side. It can make for a very long stressful drive home.
I have stopped to pull over and write notes, the only
problem with this is, it’s almost like interfering with the flow as once it is
written out the idea loses its edge and intangibles. I feel like the idea
begins in memory but it must grow and ferment, writing any part of it down puts
the thought in the logic side and you lose all the intricacies of the
inspiration.
After and during the mania is a feeling of intense creation,
agitation and reward. You cling to that feeling as long as you can until the
feeling and inspirations dim and its back to living with the danger of the
mundane looming over your shoulder.
I have always marveled at a sunset, while others looked at
it with a beautiful comment, I would have a deeper more inspired response. When
I just look at the sunset as pretty or nice, I know I am not in the creative
zone.
When you’ve met and known the fickle friend; creativity, you
are never the same and time without that friend is daunting.
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