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5 Unhelpful Questions For Your New Creative Project

// January 26th, 2010 // 8 Comments » // Uncategorized, creativity, curiosity

5 questions

At the start of a new creative project do you ever find yourself facing down a barrage of shaky thoughts designed to prevent you from even beginning?

I certainly do. Sometimes the starting line can feel like the finishing line where, just as one last burst of energy is required to break the tape at the end of the race, a similar burst of energy is often required just to break self imposed barriers at the start of a creative journey.

These barriers often appear as questions, which is a big clue: it’s almost as if they’re designed to divert me from creative action and send me elsewhere looking for the magic answer that will make things go smoothly.

Here is a small selection of those questions from my head:

1. Do I Have Everything I Need?

Possibly the sneakiest question, and often the first to come up for me.

Here’s where the part of me that’s scared to create offers to ‘help’ by planting a doubtful seed which gives the option of ‘preparing’ rather than ‘creating’.

It’s sneaky, because sometimes we do need to gather a few things, research, prepare ourselves before we sit down to create.

But more often we need to just sit down and write/draw/sing/strum/move–whatever the action is that moves us into our creative project.

And if we don’t have everything we need? I’m often surprised when caught without my note book or preferred art supplies at how innovative I can be on the spot.

I’ve written snatches of poetry on napkins, sketched with coffee and fingers, made impromptu toys for my sons with cardboard boxes, formula tins. I’ve seen amazing Aboriginal cave art in Australia that was accomplished with sticks, spit, and crushed rock.

2. OMG! Where Did I Put The Map?

That fearful part really wants you to lay the path out exactly, wants to know where this is all leading. Because if the distance from point A to point B is comprehensively mapped out and all the dragons are banished to the edge of the page then nothing scary (ie: creative) can happen.

True creativity is always about discovering something new, no matter how incremental that discovery may be. If that newness is missing, then nothing has been created.

Needing to know the exact layout of the terrain means eliminating any risk of tripping over the unknown. Safe, but definitely not creative.

I think this is why planning, or having an exhaustive outline for a creative project is so tempting–it gives a sense of security. But writing an outline or hanging onto a predetermined plan for your project shuts out opportunities for new learning and creative growth.

It’s O.K. to have a sense of where you might want to go, but more important than that is a willingness to go where the creative project asks you to go.

If you’re surprised and thrilled by where your art takes you, then your reader/viewer/listener is more likely to feel surprised and thrilled too.

3. Can I Do It As Well As They Did?

If I listened to that one every time it came up I’d be a grown man sitting in a crib. Unfortunately, I’ve listened a lot. It’s a pointless question, comparison is not the point of creativity. Creativity is.

The best antidote I’ve ever seen for this question was reading a Gary Larson collection (the ‘Far Side’ cartoonist) that had a brief history of his cartooning career. He showed some of his first cartoons that ran in local newspapers way before he took off. The drawings were crude and a bit amateurish, but you could see the seeds of his unique style and great sense of humour in them already.

The important thing wasn’t whether his cartoons were as skillful as a Charles Schulz, or as funny as Bill Watterson, it was whether or not he was creating his own unique viewpoint and style, at whatever level he was at, which is what eventually made his work seem so effortlessly brilliant.

4. Will Everybody Like It?

It’s the most natural thing in the world to want everybody to like something that’s important to you. You’re bravely putting yourself out there in an art-form you’ve come to love and want to work at.

But this is entirely the wrong question to be asking at the start of the process. Probably in the middle and end too, but especially at the beginning. It’s like setting the handbrake, bricking your wheels and slashing your tyres all at once. You’re guaranteed a fast trip nowhere.

I used to post a lot of poems up on poetry critiquing sites, I liked it when the poems got a good reception, but I always learned more when people let me know what didn’t work.

The best response I ever got was when a whole lot of people loved a poem I had posted and another significant group absolutely hated it. To me, the fact that people were strongly engaged with the poem, some of them to the point of being pissed off, was more important than what they thought of it.

5. Will It Be Perfect?

Um, no.

This question is rarely asked via an actual ‘voice’ in my head. It’s more of a visceral question in the form of a general unease, because I know it won’t be perfect and imagine all sorts of consequences: shame, ridicule, low grades, loss of status.

Of course it won’t be perfect. And that’s a good thing. If everything I created was perfect, creating art would be a sterile experience not worth pursuing.

Not only will my creation not be perfect, It’s pretty well destined to fail, at least partially. That’s a good thing too. Failure is the Vitamin F of creativity, it’s good for your heart and your eye, your bones and your soul.

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All of these questions seem to have my best intentions at heart, and in their own way they do. Taking creative action means putting myself out there, and I find that scary. At some level I want to be protected from that.

At the same time I want to be vigilant in keeping focus and diving in as deep as I can when I create. And that involves letting go of any expectations I might have for the end result.

Learning To Rest Is Learning To Trust Myself

// December 4th, 2009 // 9 Comments » // creativity

rest chai
In a panic to create, I often find myself rummaging through my sketchbooks, journals, art books, creativity books, thinking books–any damn books. Searching for some jumping point for a piece of art or a blog post. I’ve just been doing that.

But here’s a funny thing. This post didn’t start to happen until I just stopped.


“Stop.” (I said to myself.) “My head feels tight and this is not fun, or creative.And aren’t those the things that I’m trying to achieve?”


So I stopped looking, opened up a document and just sat. Took a sip of water. Daydreamed a little.


“I’d just like to curl up and rest for awhile.” That was the first thing to come up.


Next thought: “Scratching–all that bustling about looking for inspiration. Twyla Tharp calls it ‘Scratching’, I think.” Oh, yeah. In ‘The Creative Habit’ she talks about scratching in different places to generate ideas for her projects. That’s what I was just doing, ’scratching’ through my stuff for ideas. ‘Scratching’ is good.


But not now. Now resting is good.


Here’s an interesting thing. Currently on my desk I have a red box containing (counts for a moment): 13 moleskine notebooks in different sizes, some completed, some in progress. All filled, or filling, with sketches, ideas, quotes, thoughts, patterns, reminder notes on things to look up. I also have (counts again) 12 books on my desk that I have been flipping through for ideas. Twyla Tharp’s book was not one of them.


The ’scratching’ thing just came up in my mind when I stopped panicking. When I abandoned the frantic searching and made the decision to stop, and rest. I think it was the right thing to come up, waiting for the right time to arrive. It’s not that the concept of scratching for ideas is what I want to talk about. I think what I need to talk about is letting go of the itch itself.


I don’t know about Twyla, but for me the itch is about wanting to impress people with what I create. Actually, I think it’s more about not wanting to embarrass myself with what I create.  Bleah, even more than that, it’s about not wanting to create something that will start up that voice inside my head: the voice that doesn’t trust in my ability to create; that decides I have no right to be creating stuff, that labels the things I create ‘irrelevant’.


So, it’s not even about public humiliation. That’s easy to deal with, I can shut down my computer and not read blog comments, I can go invisible and not talk about what I do, I can make up stories about anyone who criticizes my stuff: “Oh, what would they know about creativity?, they’re probably a hot dog vendor in real life.” * (I bet 99% of hot dog vendors are actually brilliant artists and vending hot dogs is how they pay for their art supplies.) I actually handle external criticism quite well and can usually sift through and find what may be helpful for me, and discard what’s not, without getting too messed up about things.


But when the criticism is internal, and humiliating, it’s much more difficult to get away from. And it’s way too easy to give it a sense of credibility and authority it doesn’t deserve.


So for me, scratching, while a really useful activity can become distorted into a mad rush to outsmart the internal critic. I scratch because I find it scary to trust myself. That’s my itch.


What I love, and what I have to constantly relearn is this: when I just stop, when I let go of that desperation, when I trust myself and l simply rest in that–something comes up.

Even better, when I trust in myself enough to just let go, what comes up is the something that wants, and needs to come up. Better still, it doesn’t come up laboriously, brick by brick, but emerges with an entirely different energy, like a flock of birds unfolding from my chest.

I also find that what comes up is probably what I need to be looking at and mulling over right now. And if it’s something that I need to be looking at, then maybe someone else might be needing that too.





Illustration Friday: Blur

// November 9th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // illustration friday

blur



His life is blurred.

The people walking by are made of gauze, and lost.

They make swishing noises when they move and he can’t be sure if something parts as they pass through, or if they part as something passes through them.

Somedays, in sharp relief against the soft edges, a moment stands out like a jeweled object dropped from a Rumi poem.

For him, once, that object was a cup of ayurvedic tea, held as he sat on the back of a dune.

The surf swallowed everything on the other side, but the tea’s fierce heat bounded by the cup’s porcelain rim, kept the world on his side in focus.

All noise receded and the sand flashed brilliantly under the gaze of the sun, the sun itself was fresh like lemongrass, golden.


Animals and Cheetahs and Cheetahs and CHEETAHS!

// October 27th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // creativity, illustration friday

cheetah

Our son was a fanatic about animals until very recently. He loved his animal collection and his animal TV shows, zoo visits were almost a pilgrimage for him.

Sometimes he’d stand before us in the living room with a small plastic cheetah in his hand, three year old energy coursing through his body looking for some outlet. We’d ask  “What are you doing Finn?” And he’d go ”I’m Animals and Cheetahs and Cheetahs and CHEETAHS!” and run around and around the living room like a cheetah with it’s tail on fire.


Awesome! I love that sense of trust and commitment in the act of becoming an exuberant cheetah doing laps in a suburban house.

I often find the act of writing so intimidating. Even before my fingers hit a key I get stuck with a whole lot of ideas and criticisms about what my writing should look like: points to cover, habitual mistakes to avoid, and a bag full of criticisms that will be thrown at me if I ever manage to finish (that’s assuming I even get to start!)

What I end up with is a whole lot of ‘Wanting To Write’ energy roiling inside me but with all the exits blocked. Auugh! I’ve decided to follow my little boy’s example and give that energy an outlet by making “I’m Animals and Cheetahs and Cheetahs and CHEETAHS!” my new writing mantra.