Thursday, January 19, 2006

Inspiration

OK, so I'm back, firmly ensconced, on the working-class conveyor belt. Head in financial calculator mode, fingers poised ready for supreme customer service, and eyes focused on any potential profit opportunities.

And any notion of WordArt has completely vanished. As I knew it would (intuitively rather than explicitly), once I'd adjusted the mindset. Which explains a lot to me about why I was so reluctant to get back into work mode.

A week ago, creativity was coursing thru my veins. Words and images were mutating before my eyes, coagulating into complex patterns and designs. Those are the moments I live for... my peak experiences. You might have gathered by now that my real, real tru-self aspiration is to be a creator (writer/concrete poet/digital designer). Not a friggin' webeneur!

Problem is: Creative inspiration is not something that is just waiting on call. It comes when it wishes to and vanishes when it's ready to. Whether this is an especially BiPolar thing or not, I am unsure. But I know this: I can only create in these inspired moods. And they are in short supply. So when they come they are a gift from the heavens and need to be nurtured and cherished.

And creative moods are sensitive creatures. The minute they're contaminated with the uncouth push and pull of the marketplace, they vanish - whooosh - just like that. Which is what happened this week to BPG.

So now we sit, relieved that we are not yet financially doomed, but mourning the loss of the muses and wondering and hoping at what distant juncture they might reappear.

2 comments:

  1. creativity was coursing thru my veins.

    right there with ya. i have days where i can't think at all.

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  2. creativity was coursing thru my veins.

    right there with ya. i have days where i can't think at all.

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