The Creative Zone.
It doesn’t really matter which form of art we’re pursuing- fashion, acting, music, sculpture, painting, writing – to create well we need to be in that zone.
We need to be feeling it….. Feeling the Creativity within us.
Did you ever think to yourself, maybe, people were having a harder time these days Being creative?
And then, of course, I Googled it.
As one does.
Creativity – crisis
Dr. JK Kim Professor at William and Mary has written about this subject,
As many of my readers already know, the topic of creativity, is one I am passionate about.
I pretend at work to teach watercolor, oils, acrylics.
But truly its – Creativity of The Individual – that all my classes are always centered around.
I read Dr. Kim’s article twice.
Its well written, each point summed up, citing references to studies and sources.
It made me think.
There is one particular point in her article, that I keep returning to in my mind.
That when our ancestors first arrived here, they were risk takers.
They had to be. They had to be inventive.
They had to “Make do.”
Those early pioneer settlers had to Create things from “out of the box” tools and resources.
This fostered a culture of creativity and inventiveness that was passed down quite a few generations. They became more and more imaginative, innovative, self reliant. They worked hard, put out effort and spent the time to do what was needed to get the task accomplished.
They were, Creative.
But…. Do We Do the Same?
Don’t we, opt for the Easy; for the right Now; for the comfortable; for the zero risk?
Don’t we often opt for that subtle peer pressure, to ‘conform’ to fit in; to NOT stand out?
Don’t we want to continue in our soft and easy ways, making few waves, blending in, getting liked, staying in the comfort of our places?
Of course we do.
Creativity Demands…. Courage of the Inner Self.
Courage to be unique. To speak and express with our own voice. Our own words.
Courage to go beyond what is liked, popular, on trend.
Beyond the limits imposed and set our own rules.
Perhaps, these days, we have not been ‘working out’ enough in those areas.
Should we have Creativity Gyms?
I think, we should.
The Creative Zone
My home, The Creative Zone.
I didn’t always live there, though.
Its crept up on me, bit by bit, until one day I just realised that its not my holiday house anymore.
I’m always there.
It’s my home residence, now.
We are Not, All Like You Though!
Ahh, I can hear that thought from many of you all the way to Perth!
And you’re right.
I bet you’re pretty glad about that too, with all this – ART art art art art…..
Color, shapes and tones. Repeat. On a loop.
Doesn’t it ever, shut Off?!
I find that, difficult.
Degas, it seems, saw beauty, music, art, color, shapes, tones, wherever he turned his eye. I don’t think he could shut it off.
You can not create like he did, without living and breathing art and creativity.
Imagine – Think. Outside the Box
“Accessorise Your Mind, with passions, Inspirations and Imagination” by Angela Clare, Perth W.A.
I’ve been fortunate enough to be loaned this book, by the author’s mother, a student in one of my classes.
Clare’s book, though I’ve yet to completely finish reading, is one I plan on recommending to art students.
Two chapters in.
And its helpful suggestions, can benefit artists. Art Students. (well, people in general actually.)
Students, Artists, Creative People who are caught the doldrums. You know, left flat and motionless in the waters.
Those who need some guidance, some suggestions on how they might push beyond their current boundaries into more advanced work.
To become More imaginative, more creative.
Clare has great insight with pages and pages of steps, of how to ideas and tools, I found quite relevant and helpful to build the Imagination and Creativity.
I read this poem of Angela Clare’s, I enjoyed the expressions, the visuals brought to mind, the inspiring nature of the poem.
An Excerpt from page 19 titled, “The Journey”
Time has brought me to this place,
Unrelenting in its pace;
My mind conceives, My thoughts collide,
Take a breath
for here we ride.
Lets speak through mirrors
and see through sands,
Move through mountains and desert lands,
Find the Magic of our lives,
Feel the Freedom in our eyes.
You can find Angela on many social media sites; and check out her website: Angela Clare at wordpress
Art Creativity – Beginnings
How does it start? How did it start?
School is a potential problem, to our creativity and imagination. Maybe a bit less so, in some schools, right now. But in the past, school structuring had adverse effects for many.
At school. I followed the rules. Stayed in line.
Absorbed every new rule, like it was The word.
I colored and stayed in the lines; in thick dark lines, I outlined my objects; my skies were most definitely BLUE; and the grass was sparkling…..Green.
Just like the rules at school told me to do. Just like the school master, told me to do.
Trouble. Never found me.
I was risk averse.
Then fairies arrived.
Oh. I should clarify. The tooth fairy.
SHE. Started It!
She left magical rewards in the night.
Porcelain miniature tea cups in floral motifs, tiny glass animals in exchange for a tooth.
My mother described the tooth fairy with grace and infectious enthusiasm!
The clouds in the sky became a source of creativity for us, as my mom pointed out people, angels, poodles and sheep, dragons and flying horses.
It was our canvas.
We each painted in our minds, to pass the time, as a bit of fun. We didn’t have smart phones, ipads, devices. And the television… was “for the evenings, after dinner.”
In the car on our weekly drives, we played games. We connected.
We invented fun ways to pass the time.
There was no Time, to be Bored
I don’t remember being bored.
Or ever sulking and telling my parents, “I’m so bored…..”
We were encouraged to use and to build our imaginations.
So I did.
I wrote stories and poems, then illustrated them.
I read voraciously. Every horse book. Encyclopedias were grand.
Filling my imagination.
Filling my mind with questions.
Then…. asking innocently, inappropriate questions my parents couldn’t quite bring themselves to answer a 10 year old.
Well, at least they didn’t censor my reading, leaving that to the public libraries’ board of directors.
Often I’d play the lone adventurer outdoors, studying the habitats of birds, rabbits, deer, chipmunks. I felt no need for followers or to follow, out there. I was bold and fearlessly exploring this imaginative, yet real realm.
My sister and I created indoor sleds. For the stairs. Its Amazing, What speeds just a bit of cardboard and plastic will allow, careening down those flights of stairs. No broken bones on these encounters. Save that, for the horse activities.
52 frog pick up.
Yes. Live jumping, leaping frogs.
ooops….. it was, in Grandmother’s kitchen. THAT was so, exciting for everyone.
Creative Imagination was encouraged at our house.
Not once, were we punished for those. Even when it resulted in messes we were told to take responsibility for and do the clean up.
So that’s how it began.
Over time though, with jobs, relocations, children, work deadlines, life……. you know! That Creativity slid into the background.
Then into the basement. Then it got buried, under the basement.
Probably the same as many of you.
I know it happens all the time.
Time.. to Reclaim Creativity
All that buried treasure, creativity, lay hidden away.
We decide to reclaim it.
Bit by bit.
Pushing away those rules.
Ignoring the trends, the commercial, to be the popular, most liked.
Fighting for individuality; to express my own words, my own voice.
It is a fight.
That is a given.
It goes against what the crowd wants from us.
What their expectations are and have been.
Indeed, perhaps what our own expectations have been.
The battle is for individuality. For Creativity.
To express my own self.
Not to parrot what someone else does. Or says.
Parroting is faster.
Echoing another is easier.
Copying is less risk.
True, when you parrot – If the audience doesn’t like it, you are off the hook.
You…. were only repeating what X said or did!
To expose your real thoughts, your real words and voice….
makes you vulnerable.
But if we are serious about moving forward in our art, this is exactly what we must do.
Ever listen to a singer who echoes the words correctly but bland, sings the words, but there is zero connection to the song content?
Then you hear a singer, passionately SING with so much feeling poured into the words, everything stops. Just to hear more.
One takes a risk and becomes vulnerable.
One is too risk averse.
The singer Adam Lambert singing Mad World on American Idol, is a case in point.
I had never liked that particular song, before…. I’d turn it off or down.
But, Lambert’s inflections, the tones, the emotional power, the vulnerability in his voice….completely changed my mind.
I still don’t like listening to the original, or other singers try, to sing it.
That one breathtaking rendition. Connected emotionally. Why? Because Adam Lambert took a risk.
Allowed his creative interpretation to have free rein.
Adam Lambert shared his creativity with us.
Or else, we all, would have missed out.
It takes Courage.
To be your self. To express with your own words. To be, Creative.
It is difficult to not care excessively, if the ‘crowds’ boo you, if they don’t like you.
It takes Courage to be a risk taker.
To think how it will all work in the long term. To play the long game.
To Imagine and to Create.
Creativity is ours to share.
Creativity is for us to … pass along.
my 3 Creativity “shares”
- Angela Clare “Accessorise your Mind”
2. Dr. JK Kim “The Creativity Crisis”
3. Adam Lambert musician “Mad World”