Thougts on Creativity

I started this month with the idea that I would do both the Nanowrimo and the AEDM.   I did the same last year, but the posting fell away on the AEDM, and more days than not I felt my creative effort was in writing the words, because the visual art items I made were stiff and not terrible creative.   I was looking back at some of those. I had not realized how much I had grown as an artist in the last year.   I tend to measure my growth against the body of work I created as a college student in an art program.   At that time I was pretty much creating art for 8 to 10 hours everyday, most of it pencil and charcoal sketches, so it is not surprising that I was at the top of my game.

Looking back at last years work made me want to go back and make the sometimes painful comparison to the college work.   In sorting through the art stuff in the basement to stock my studio  over by the gallery,  I had unearthed some of my other college art. Some of the paintings, some of the weaving, and a very sad little sculpture.

This time when I went to make the comparison,  I saw all of those before I pulled out the portfolio.  All of those piece were the best piece of their respective classes, and my current works in those area surpass all of them except for the sculpture and that is because I do not have any current works as a sculptor.   I decided to skip the portfolio and pick up one of my sketch books from that period.   I was pleased to note that  my current sketches were on par with those.    All these years I had been comparing my rusty sketching  attempts against the 20 best finished drawings that I had chosen out of the several hundred completed drawings I had made during that time period.  I have read a lot about self sabotage and letting the inner critic shut you down. This felt like a two by four to the back of my head.  I came upstairs and sat down to write.  Not this posting, but rather on my nanowrimo project.  Why? Because back in those college days, I had wanted to be an artist and a writer, but I did not have any written works other than papers and journals from that time period. There are not any because I was afraid to try then.  I may not hit the mark this year by the end of November, but at least I will know that I was writing, and that is a win in my book.

So,  completely unedited,   a couple of paragraphs from the NaNoWriMo project.

A bright yellow candy wrapper caught Russell’s eye. Its bright plastic coating seemed to shed the thin film of wet dirt that covered the rest of the floor of the bus. He looked up at the sea of black, grey and tan in which he found himself seated. Black suits, black raincoats, black briefcases, black shoes. His own all black and grey attire that he had so carefully chosen as a statement this morning seemed to just blend in. So the business men were wearing dress shoes not high tops, but his long black duster was not that different than their trench coats. His gaze driffted back to the bright candy wrapper. Its bright cheerful colors seemed to mock him. Starbursts, a pack of contradictions. Their latest add featured the candy as players in a rock band. It was so close to what his own dreams were that he closed his eyes to trap the water that threatened to spill from his eyes.
Everything seemed so hopeless, so grey, dingy and grimy like the floor of the bus. The bus jerked to a stop, he looked to see that it was the stop before the Hospital.  He rose letting  and started moving towards the exit. A man wearing the same black canvas duster as him, but over a cheap looking black suit dropped into the seat he had vacated and unfolded the paper he has shoved under his arm. It was the wanted ads, with circles around some of the ads.  The doors parted and allowed Russell to flee from this possible vision of his future to an equally grey city sidewalk with another sea of nameless people hurrying by in black and grey.  He had enough to deal with in the present, without letting the vision of soul sucking job search cloud his mind. “First things first” he told himself and started down the block to the Hospital  A beautiful flagstone path lined with bight mums in yellows, reds and even a few purple curved away from the dirty grey sidewalk towards the beautiful old building. On his first visit here the path had been flanked by the little green evergreens. They were still there and not much larger than when he first saw them. He wondered if they were just slow growing or carefully trimmed. He liked them, they were the baseline to this garden, a constant rhythm through out the changing melody of the seasonal plants.

 

 

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8 thoughts on “Thougts on Creativity

  1. Rennata,
    I came to visit your blog to thank you for visiting my blog and for your kind comment…then your story grabbed me, I like the detailed description of the story’s environment, and Russell’s thougths and feelings. Great job.
    I really appreciate your words for my pieces, it means a great deal to me that my work is pleasing.
    Carmen

  2. Thanks for visiting my blog, as well. I love clicking on all the different sections of your blog and website. You are very talented in so many different artistic areas – from writing to photography to drawing. It’s really inspiring!

  3. Hi Rennata,
    I came to check out your work as you so kindly comment on my blog entries. Your comments are so thoughtful. I, too, love the descriptions of Russell. Some of the writing feels like a song or a poem, the descriptions are that vivid to me! And i love what you said about comparing to college art. I, too, thought I was at the top of my game then, as my drawing was so skilled. After college, I went to the ARt Students League and drew nude models all day for weeks on end before I got married. I took a hiatus from art for many years while raising four children, and AEDM has brought me back from the fear of going public with my work. Let’s continue to support each other. I love the patterns you created with the flowers today. They would be a great fabric design.

  4. I am so proud of you! This is awesome — and you not only overcame your inner critic’s irrational fears by directly facing the source of the criticism, but you had the courage to publish unedited first drafts. This is … wow! I don’t even have words for how strongly that act strikes me.

    Oh, how I resonate with you on the fear blocking your writing! You write beautifully, and I hope the channel just stays open and doesn’t get stoppered by that fear ever again. Keep going! It’s inspiring to read about your process.

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