Creating is part of my life. The forms it takes vary in that they go through phases.
When I was younger, I had an active imagination. The future was mine and I envisioned it with bright colors. I built forts, played games, and did a lot of pretending.
As I aged, my creativity took a more “written” form. I drafted Tall Tales and tried my hand at poetry.
For high school graduation – I actually composed a song with a friend with whom I had attended every grade since kindergarten (the words hang on my wall). It was my one and only serious attempt at lyrics. Now I create fun songs with my daughter about her, her dog, our pets, or whatever crosses our minds at the time. We play with words and music as though they are a kind of game with everyone laughing throughout.
In college I put pen to paper to create an animated bicycle for a friend who loved to ride.
While living abroad, creativity came out in teaching English and writing letters.
And then there was graduate school, my imagination found the computer and created a lovely story about two Phoenix… the likes of which has been eternally lost. That as the last story I wrote – it is the one story that I would love to have for my daughter as it was written for her dad. It is a loss I grieve (that neither he or I have a copy for her). Beyond two short, poem stories for her, I have not written a story since. That muse doesn’t strike often I have learned. The stories I have written seem to write themselves – gifts from my heart for another.
When she was born I found the creativity in parenting.
Followed by a love for digital photography – which left me playing with pictures and lay-outs (which I need to return to at some point as last year was a wash on that front)
And now, I am writing again.
Nonfiction more than anything else. A fanciful poem here and there. I am writing and creating in so many ways – and it feels good.
And I accept writing challenges when I can find them … Like writing for The Sun Magazine! (The current challenge is “Office.” Please, what do I find to write about my office???)
Some create for their livelihood, others create with the desire to be famous. I create as it is part of who I am, to not create in one way or another would be… impossible I believe. Even if I found myself without tools or materials, I would be creating and imagining in my mind. I write because I have no choice; writing and creating are aspects of the person that I am. I create for the same reason – I am not sure that I could live a life that didn’t involve creativity.
My mom says that she isn’t a creative person – yet she works with her hands and fabrics and yarns.
My dad claims creative is not in him – yet he builds and organizes and makes things.
My daughter’s other grandmother claims she isn’t creative – yet she paints, creates with stained glass and cooks…
My daughter’s dad would have one believe that he is all law and numbers – undermining the artistic work that he does with foods, pencils, and pottery.
Sometimes I think that we attempt to define creativity as painting, singing, theater, writing – the biggies in the “art” world. We attempt to say that we aren’t “creative” as society might expect more from us or a greater level of talent than we can achieve or than we feel we possess.
I have yet to meet a person that isn’t creative. It is all a matter of unpeeling the onion, pushing the envelope, and opening the mind. Creativity takes so many forms. Each form is something to celebrate! (My office is a celebration of creativity from the artwork of a loved child on my bulletin boards to a sketch from a student on my wall to paintings from a former teacher to a photograph I took in Moscow years ago… not to mention all the creativity I observe on my computer and create with the keyboard!)
Celebrate your creativity here and now – Share!!
And feel free to take a few minutes and write about your office in the comments or for the Sun link above