My Thoughts on Creativity

I definitely would not consider myself an artist... well... at least in the natural sense of the word.  I'd rather label myself as a lover of creativity.  I often joked that the right side of my brain ate the left, leaving me void of all things analytical, forcing me to march through life on sheer emotion and creativity.  This is the way I choose to see the world:  in song- in painting- in color- in style- in words.

I used to be overly sensitive about my expressions of art- wanting everyone to fully embrace my creations with as much zeal as I put into them.  But I'm learning that creativity is seldom received in the way it was intended, and at it's very core- it's objective in nature.  Not everyone will like my song.  Not everyone will like my art.  Not everyone will like my words.  Not everyone will like my design.

In fact, I have felt days where the cheers of approval came only from my tired paintbrush, or our old, upright piano.  I'm learning to be okay with these days.

Because...

I don't sing for you.  I don't paint for you.  I don't write for you.  I don't create for you.

If you find some moment of tranquility or joy in my "art" then I have doubly succeeded in my attempt to create something beautiful out of nothing.

In the end- it's not about you or me, or even the art itself.  I'm merely trying to follow the footsteps of God- the Master Creator. Hopefully, I bless someone on the journey.