Anyway, this week's prompt is: INTROSPECTION
1. Who are you?
2. Where are you from?
3. Where are you going?
Here goes:
Who am I?
I am a conduit, channelling a constantly flowing stream of creative juices. At times a raging torrent pours out, flooding the entire vicinity with ink, paint, fabric, dirt, thread, clay, paper or wood. (Sometimes all at the same time) I feel almost out of control, like I've just gotten on a roller coaster, and the ride ain't gonna be over till it's over. It's a bit like childbirth, actually. A force of nature takes control, and there's no stopping until I've given birth to a brand new being.
Sometimes the flow is gentler, more manageable. The juices swirl around and pool, making a sort of creative stew that can be thought about and worked on over a period of time.
Occasionally, the flow dries up completely, leaving me parched and yearning for a small sip. I set about building a dam to collect whatever small drops may be trickling out so I can feel alive again.
Where am I from?
I think I might possibly be from another planet. One where it's not uncommon to admit to channelling a creative force, or any other force of nature, and speak the language of artists. I don't even know how many times someone has said to me "Earth to Jane!"
Where am I going?
Forward. Into the future. I'll be the one carrying the fancy flag. You want to come?
1. Who are you?
2. Where are you from?
3. Where are you going?
Here goes:
Who am I?
I am a conduit, channelling a constantly flowing stream of creative juices. At times a raging torrent pours out, flooding the entire vicinity with ink, paint, fabric, dirt, thread, clay, paper or wood. (Sometimes all at the same time) I feel almost out of control, like I've just gotten on a roller coaster, and the ride ain't gonna be over till it's over. It's a bit like childbirth, actually. A force of nature takes control, and there's no stopping until I've given birth to a brand new being.
Sometimes the flow is gentler, more manageable. The juices swirl around and pool, making a sort of creative stew that can be thought about and worked on over a period of time.
Occasionally, the flow dries up completely, leaving me parched and yearning for a small sip. I set about building a dam to collect whatever small drops may be trickling out so I can feel alive again.
Where am I from?
I think I might possibly be from another planet. One where it's not uncommon to admit to channelling a creative force, or any other force of nature, and speak the language of artists. I don't even know how many times someone has said to me "Earth to Jane!"
Where am I going?
Forward. Into the future. I'll be the one carrying the fancy flag. You want to come?
5 comments:
What a lovely metaphor! And you are!
I want to come!
And I second G...I love your creativity metaphor.
What a "creative" way to put the genius of your brilliance. (That didn't make sense, did it?)
Bossy hopes she is going into the future, although sometimes she is drawn into the past.
I'll come along as long as you make the fancy flag yourself.
I love how you describe your creativity.
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