Music, words, and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
It feels true to me that we write primarily for ourselves, whether it’s poetry, prose, a script for stage or screen, music or commercial copy. We are ultimately the ones to satiate and to satisfy; we will read it (repeatedly, during its creation and editing), listen to it (I call it “singing practice,” but, let’s be honest), or be subject to its repercussions (good or bad) once released into the world.
Newness is addictive to the wanderer-type. We can bounce around careers, vocations, projects, relationships, cities, countries… without taking the time to become utterly amazing at something.
Creativity thrives on an openness and innocence (or perhaps wilful ignorance), a trust in the unknown and a delightful anticipation of the unexpected. It calls for a certain level of restriction, pressure or limitation: a time constraint, a budget limit, an equipment or materials limit, inexperience, weather conditions, client preferences, Mercury or Mars in retrograde, etc.
