
They have named me a creative center. I don't know what it means to be creative. I've never created anything on purpose. By having four (or more) walls and a roof, I create a space for all this creative work. So, just by being what I am, I suppose that I am creative. That's what these people seem to be telling everyone who comes here: that we are creative as our true selves. It looks like these people believe that everyone is creative (probably even me) and that we express our creativity not by forcing it in order to become Real Artists, but by relaxing into being ourselves. I have a hard time hanging on to this idea, and so do the customers. They keep coming back to hear it again in another way, "It is okay to be you." And, "The world needs you to be you, not something or someone else."
But even with all this being what or who we are, what is all this creating? Part of my space is filled with thousands of items used to put things together. Another part of my space contains hundreds of items used to take things apart. The rest of me is stuffed full of things that get put together and taken apart.
Artists and hobbyists seem to prefer the putting together. Maybe that's what it means to be creative?
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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