The Quest for Creativity

Posted by: gdowell

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I'm not exactly sure when my quest began.  Maybe at birth.  Maybe it was when I would color in my coloring book waiting for my mom to finish waiting tables where she worked.  I was around four years old.  I remember even back in kindergarten my playtime consisted mostly of drawing or coloring pictures.  My teacher would force me to play with something different every now and then, but I always found my way back to the easels and the paper.

Why do I feel this insane need to create?  My studio is filled with paint, paper, brushes, jewelry supplies and other crafty tools.  Some call it a gift, but sometimes I think it is a curse, for ideas will sprout in my brain and nag me until I do something about it.  And the ideas do not come one-at-a-time...sometimes several at once.  Then there are the dry seasons where no ideas are even on the horizon and my bones ache for a creative thought to put into action.  *sigh*  It seems a very complicated thing, creativity.  An object that is either out of reach, or so close that it is nothing but a blur.

I guess that I take after my Father.  He is a creative spirit.  Making all things in seven days.  Giving life to His ideas and then passing that essence on to His creation.  This quest began when I was born and it will end after eternity.

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