I react most strongly to Creativity and Inspiration. Art? Not so much. Probably because the term has been bastardized. And largely because I don’t get much of what people call “art”.
But it’s a different matter for the other two. The latter leads to the former, at least in my case. Something inspires me — a thought, an action, a chance encounter, and it triggers a reaction — my creativity.
Sometimes that creativity is exclusively cerebral: I never make it past the thinking stage. And that’s OK. I’ve already been called “A Fountain of Ideas” by my partner Chris Miller. Lords know the world can’t keep up with what I dream up, so it’s OK to let some of them simmer. And sometimes die.
But occasionally, when I can fit it in and it just seems right, the creativity seeks out a permanence. It used to be poetry. Then it became music. Today it tends to be the written word. And sometimes I’m lucky enough to hone in on an individual with a greater skill set of mine. Then I work my ass off to convince that person to share in the creation process with me.
Every once in a while, it turns out rather OK.