Something about Creativity (for Fred)

An inventor, the scientist or engineer flips

the switch and the light refuses to shine;

the chemistry in the petri dish fails to yield

a cure; the bridge collapses under its own

weight. Mistakes have been made somewhere

along the way. One must either give up trying

or keep at it until a solution has been found.

VanGogh enhanced Starry Night because he

painted spiraling stars instead of pinpoint

sources of light. Pollack trusted in his belief

that the splattering of paint would criss-cross

the canvas and randomly land esthetically

where it was meant to be.

The whole idea, the premise of their work was

not to copy or replicate the typical and mundane,

but to create in form and fashion, a variation, a

new perspective of perceived reality. As the child

is free in her vivid coloring of lavendar grass and

orange skies, so you are not restricted in the artful

renderings of your imaginings.

And when your painting is done, when the final

stroke has been applied, step back with an astonished

eye to realize that which was hidden deep within in

you has come to fruition through inspired creativity.

Ah creativity, miraculous creativity, science and

technology aside, it is the wellspring of feeling

and individuality come to light so that others may

see. And, my friend, without doubt and analytical

scrutiny, simply sigh a deep sigh of gratitude, and

be amazed! Indeed, there are no mistakes to be
made in such a wondrous activity. 

Chris Hanch 9-6-18