The Creative Process

Something my wife said started me thinking about creativity. I was thinking about the process of creativity and about why people can be very creative in one area and yet not another. For example, I think that my writing and my armoring (Red Dragon Armoury) show that I have creativity but yet I cannot seem to express that creativity in visual arts, like drawing and painting.

Back in college, my second try at college (it took three tries to get a degree), I was a commercial art major. It started off as a sleeping stone to architecture, which is what I had decided on in High School. I was very excited by what I saw produced by illustrators and that is what I wanted to be able to do, book covers, movie posters and especially album covers. This is lack in the days when vinyl was still king and I especially loved the glorious album cowers of Roger Dean.

Unfortunately, I just wasn’t very good at it. I couldn’t translate what I saw or what I imagined onto the canvas. And more than just being unable, I was extremely frustrated by my lack of ability and therefore by the whole process of creating my art. Eventually, I gave it up.

My point about creativity is that it is a process, and a love of the finished product is not enough. You must love the process that leads to that product or you will never truly be successful in that creative endeavor.

I never really enjoyed the process of producing a painting or drawing enough to power through my lack of skill. I enjoy the process that ends in a finished piece of armor. I never really enjoyed the process that produced a piece of flat art. I never tried sculpture when I was at school and what I do now is partially metal sculpture.

Finally, I come to another of my creative endeavors, an endeavor that has been causing me some frustration of late, my writing. I enjoy writing but for a long time I struggled with trying to become a professional writer. When I look back at those days, more than 30 years ago, I think that I wanted to be a writer more than I wanted to write. I wanted the product more than process.

The only writing that I have done with any consistency is the journal that I have kept for more 35 years. It has been a constant companion and yet it has sat unused for long periods.

I don’t know if I will ever sell anything, but I have finally learned to love the process of writing…as long as I don’t push too hard. When I try to force myself to write I generally find that things go badly.