The Loss of Creativity Kills The Soul
a re-post from my other blog.
I was writing down a blog entry in my other site a few days ago (also re-posted below), and quoted something from the website of a cartoon show...
"They
say that you stop being a child when you stop drawing and that the fact
of abandoning your drawings causes a loss of creativity..."
This made me think. I stopped drawing a long time ago.
I
was chatting with a high school friend a few days ago, and she told me
that she found in her old (probably really old) wallet a piece of paper
with one of my doodles. It was a drawing of a nun who was a preschool
teacher then in our school. I cannot even recall making it. I told her
some other classmate of ours probably made it. But she said it was
really mine since I made a note for her at the back of the drawing. I
made it when I got so bored listening to our teacher in class. :D
It
seems that those days of my little sketches and doodles and drawings
are so so far away. Give me any piece of paper and I'll just sketch
anything that comes to mind. It just flows effortlessly.
Now,
it seems every drawing I would like to do or think of doing has to be
carefully thought of. I just recently started forcing myself to go
back to the drawing board. Took out my sketch pad, pencil and
eraser... It seems I have forgotten what and how it was like to just
let go and let things flow. I have to keep on reminding myself it
doesn't have to be perfect.
Perfect. That's my problem. As I
aged, I slowly became a perfectionist. It became harder to draw and
paint because I was getting way ahead of myself --- already thinking
that the result should be this perfect. And I could not start because
I did not know how I would do it such that it would be perfect. But how
can things be perfect if I have not even started anything?
And so it continued until I stopped. I stopped sketching. I stopped drawing. I stopped painting.
With
that stop, I felt I lost my creative self. I lost my imaginative
self. Since a year or two ago and up to now, I am still slowly
digging and rediscovering what was lost.
Because for someone who loves art, the loss of creativity and imagination kills the soul.
Posted at 02:10 am by 7thstranger
