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Eventually the via creativa led me back to square
one. I had spent decades forgetting that I knew everything I needed to
know about creating (just play) and gathering up an arsenal of concepts
and conclusions about creativity. Now I had to forget everything I had
learned. |
miriam louisa simons
walking the way of
wonder When creating is happening I seem to disappear. This has always been a mystery for me. In the beginning, as a child, there was simply the delight of making things. Pure play. Innocent wonder. Then, during the years of my education, the criteria invented by those who knew what 'art' was all about crowded in and I attempted to make my 'things' fit those criteria. I began to explore the intellectual arena called aesthetics. And the mystery faded, quietly, almost without notice. For over twenty years I made my living creating wearable art. The magic of creativity was there, but it was increasingly elusive and erratic. Since its presence brought a profound and inexpressible sense of wonder and rightness, a sense of utter blessing which never occurred elsewhere in my experience, I began to stalk it. As I did so, it led me away from concerns with financial success, with exhibiting, and even with peer acceptance. It took me into the selva oscura, into exile.
The inquiry into creativity had become my teacher, my
guru. It took me to places all over the world where I would be involved in
creative education, where I would meet others whose over-riding passion was
the mystery of creation. It kept me on the road for decades practicing,
teaching, inquiring. It ensured I'd never become locked into making a
certain type of art product; if I fell into habit or repetition it simply
disappeared. It was replaced by tedium. |
