Creativity. Making something from idea to reality. This process has been behind human actions since the dawn of our awareness.
We all know HOW to create, its instinctive. In varying degrees of course, but everyone has the basic mental tools.
We know WHAT to create. Whether its words, audio, visual or a combination of all, we know what form our creativity takes. It , may take us some time and a few tries to get the right form, but we can do it.
But how many of us know WHY we create?
What drives us to take things that are in our heads, and represent them in the real world for all to see?
Some, myself included, create worlds to escape to. Worlds that are fantastic and wondrous, or so totally horrific that we can live a simpler life through them, unburdening us from what we may perceive as our shortcomings in this life.
Some create because they feel compelled by the subject matter, which I think might be the purest form of creation (though that doesn’t mean to say it is the best).
Others, more ancient ones, created to explain the world around them. This is the basis of myths (though not legends, which usually have a base in fact that gets distorted by the Chinese whispers effect). The Norsemen created Odin, Thor and the like to represent the seasons, tides and the harsh mountains that dominated their existence. They lived by these stories, more the main part, and committed them to memory and scripture to preserve them in order for future generations might live as they did, safe in the knowledge that the god’s knew what was happening.
Other, more complicated myths formed into what we called religions, but that’s another blog.
I know I’ve touched on a few subjects in this post, but the main one I want to focus on is the reason why we create, and the effect that it has, as a process, on us as individuals and as a society of humans. I think it brings us together, no matter what the actual thing you create is. It’s the process, the same mental to physical journey that we all share, if only we could realise it, we might live in a better place.
I suppose I’m done, though I feel I’ve missed out some key points that I can’t quite place.
Oh, I’m also getting a new steed tomorrow, as Deborah (yep, she had a name), has passed away, due to front break fractures.
I think I may called this one Nathaniel…