Defining ‘art’ is like defining ‘beauty’. Nailing down the meaning would be as elusive as defining faith. It just can’t (and shouldn’t) be done. It’s the hunt for meaning that keeps us up at night dreaming of what to ‘make’ next.
Creativity is that mystical metallurgy of part inspiration, part (unintentional) piracy, and part need. It’s the yearning for an item or idea and then realizing that you can only have it if you make it yours because you only have 6 colors on hand and if you don’t make this ‘thing’ now you may just explode. The best and most meaningful ‘things’ are created out of need.
Inspiration is my religion. It’s omnipresent. Finding it can be a spiritual experience. It is often strongest in the simplest places. And the best part is that it can be shared. I am an inspiration junkie.
That being said, I don’t see myself as a ‘creative’. I am definitely not an ‘artist’. More as someone who loves to feel inspired. I LOVE to wander through my day hunting for the next soap or yarn colorway. I adore digging through local histories or family anecdotes hoping to find that ghost story or treasure that is just begging to become something new and shiny. My kids’ eyes see magic I’ve long since forgotten. I steal those glimpses (and the credit) whenever possible.
I do not think that you have to be all of these things to be any one of them. I feel like sometimes it’s the most fun to just sit on one of these ‘cogs’ and take in the view.
Inspiration is all fun all the time. Creativity is where the work begins. Art is the boiled down, concentrated awesome sauce. Mine is chocolate bacon flavored. What’s yours?