Creativity is a
mystery.
None knows where it
comes from and where it goes. It is like the wind. It comes and goes without
any pre intimation. It blows and blows away.
None can stop it on
the way. None can store it for another occasion. It comes your way whether you
use it or not, it goes its way. It is a passerby.
Every creative artist
has to utilize creativity as it blows his way.
At occasions, I write
two or three and even four beautiful blogs within 24 hours time span. At other
occasions, I have to plead and plead to creativity to enable me to write a
single sentence.
Creativity is
inconsistent in supply. It comes with a bag full of thoughts and images; and at
another occasion it carries only a small stocking with some broken images and
disconnected thoughts.
For those
who rely of creative intuition to write, the thin stocking is distressing.
I have a
mind full of thoughts. They lie here and there broken and in pieces. I want to
bring them together and express them in words.
The pain I
bear from holding my thoughts in my mind without expressing is indescribable.
It is suffocating. I want to shout to the world that I have something to tell
them.
But I
cannot express any of my thoughts without a creative intuition. I happened to
be a creative writer.
I wish if
I were only an intellectual exerciser!
Unexpressed
and unformulated thought is pain. The strange thing with it is that it needs
the fabrication of creativity to express them. Until it is formulated with the
aid of creativity it does not acquire a shape. Thoughts are powerful. It is
intense. It is demanding. But without creativity it is shapeless.
A thought
expressed without creative intuition is in liquid form. As soon as we pour it
out, it just spreads like water, flows this way and that and flows out. It
conveys no message.
What is
creativity? It is the bond between the broken pieces of thoughts and images. It
is the beauty of thoughts. It is the colour and shape of thoughts. It is the
guide for the reader to go though thoughts expressed by the writer.
A creative
writer is always under the pain of giving birth. Something always throbs inside
him to get out. He wants to release it. But it does not go out without creative
intuition.
Creativity
cannot be created; it can be destroyed. Creativity cannot be found out; it can
be ignored.
It is the
mystery of art; something that makes art itself a mystery.
Creative
writing, like all other art, is a mystery.
Further reading:
How do I write Blogs
Creative artist is creator of a new object
Further reading:
How do I write Blogs
Creative artist is creator of a new object
Professor
Jacob Abraham
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