So often we confine our creativity. We box it up and define it too specifically. We say one thing is art and another thing is a frail attempt at art. We say one person is a genuine artist and that another person is a fraud. We claim to contribute to ‘high-art’ while we dismiss the contributions of others as ‘low-art.’ (Thus ranking the truly creative and not so creative).
But can creativity really be defined?
I’m not sure it can.
We are all creative in our own ways. Maybe one person seems more uniquely creative, or more talented/gifted than another. But does that observation give us the right to box in creativity? No. Creativity was meant to be free. It was meant to be expressed without boundaries or dimensions. Creativity is what makes art so diverse and beautiful; so abstract and unique.
Anything can be a creative movement.
As I thought about this idea, I kept thinking back to my childhood. No one made defined art then. No one spoke of one person as more creative than another. Everyone was simply in constant process of creating. Our papers were filled with airplanes bombing cities, ufo’s snatching innocent civilians, houses with gigantic flowers outside, mountains from far off lands, and dinosaurs. The possibilities were endless.
That is the creativity I want to discover again. So I decided I would take a look back in time and share childhood creativity with you today – some flipbook creativity. These are two flipbooks that I made recently with stick figures caught in silly situations. May they be a reminder to you to stop boxing in your creativity, and let it roam where ever it may go.
(Click the images below to watch the flip books):