In my head, I've been meaning to write more, to express myself more, but sometimes I get stuck. The words are there, but they are weak. They don't have enough energy behind them to cross the barrier from the mental realm to the physical.
My thing has always been to start new. Whatever it is, whatever creative project, or almost anything really - the formula for my creative output was to scratch everything that was there and start fresh.
This is a great way to learn in the long run, but also a frustrating, exruciating one. Now, however, instead of mulling over the discrete details, I'm finding myself just starting to act. Fuck the thinking and the reveling in the idea. I mean, that's fun, too. And that's a valid and necessary phase of the creative process. But that isn't the only phase - it isn't in itself creativity proper.
To me, creativity at its finest, from anyone, is pure self expression in the moment, others' perceptions and thoughts be dammed for self-protection purposes, but also others' perceptions and thoughts be allowed and celebrated as well because that's life happening and because other people can be awesome sometimes. Because creative expression in the moment - playing music, e.g. - is the sum of the expressors and the expressees expressing in the moment - and that total sum is greater than the individual parts discretely added up. It is a continuity. A continuous space. And then it's over. And then it repeats.
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