Alas, I have been severely slacking again. I would have liked to present a great reason for the lack of activity — working on a book that’s almost finished now, some new compositions that I wanted to complete — but it is non thereof. Instead I have spent quite a lot of (head) time over the past weeks with various ideas and projects that went off in different directions though none in the right one. However, this experience (certainly not the first one) made me stop and think and ultimately led to a valuable conclusion as far as my personal creativity is concerned. I want to share it here because some of you might find it interesting as well.
The premise of my conclusion is that while we all inhabit the same planet we do not all live in the same world. We all perceive the world through our own eyes and thus our perception puts all the little bits and pieces of our lives, of encounters and experiences, into a big picture that we call “world”. There is a difference between the outer world and our own unique inner world. While many things are beyond our control in the outer world, as long as we can reconcile our surroundings with our perception, our view of the world and what we feel is right and real, we feel grounded, feel in control. This is an important factor in harnessing our creativity.
We all fall into two basic personality groups: extroverts and introverts. As the words imply extroverts are outwardly focused while introverts are inwardly focused (considering the primary modus operandi). One goes out and brings in, the other goes in and brings out. I fall into the latter category. And here is what I have observed: for those of us who depend foremost on external stimuli going out and experiencing the world is a great way to draw inspiration. I think of painters sitting in the field painting their surroundings, interpreting them as they feel and experience them, putting their own artistic touch on “the world”. I see it as a form of explaining, of making sense, interpreting what is seen, and unseen at times. Contrast that with those who need to step inside, into their minds and souls and who want to share their inside world, the what-ifs and maybes in which case I think of writers locked up in a room writing for days and days as if driven by a fever dream (such as “The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson).