often, to come up with a new thing, we need to wrack our brains. everything seems blasé, passé, been there, done that. and it’s a good thing, this struggle – it is life itself for the creative personality. but we should be cognizant of just how hard and just how continuously we do struggle. it is not just during the dedicated time in the morning, or whenever, when we are consciously applying ourselves to our craft, that the wheels are turning. We are looking at our world, at our mundane daily experiences, through an interpretive lens. Perhaps not always consciously, but perhaps more than we might expect on a subconscious level, we are processing our daily experiences through this lens, this filter which transforms the mundane and routine into original creative thought.
As you mature in your work, your creative resources will deepen through this subconscious transformation of mundane experience into building blocks for the new in your work. And as you mature, you will become familiar with this deepening resource within you, become friends with Her, and become expert at drawing from Him.
Sit down, on occasion, and just do it. Throw the paint on the canvas, paste tracks randomly into a new file, squeeze the clay without thought, let the hands go wild. Perhaps the first pass will be very rough, but then take a step back. Think about what lies before you. What has emerged? Then refine. You took a very different first step in your process this time round. Instead of thinking, and planning in a very conscious way at the specified time for daily work, you relied on existing resources, skipped the first steps, and let it all hang out (as they used to say in the ’70s). This isn’t the daily recipe, I’m afraid. Planning and articulating is very important to our regular creative routine. But it is a curve ball that you can throw to yourself now and then. It is a gift. The gift of allowing what is often the darkest, most difficult, point in the creative process – the beginning – allowing that beginning to be easy.
Cut yourself some slack now and then – cast caution to the winds, and let it flow.