In one of our frequent car-ride-long philosophical discussions, Adam (the sweet boyfriend I call my own) and I were discussing the active and inactive periods of creativity we both seem to go through periodically. He is a musician, and I obviously have various fiber-related artistic endeavors, but the both of us, as well as a lot of other artists we know, seem to go through periods of high production, followed by lulls in our creative lives. The two-person consensus we eventually came to was that creativity happens most frequently when it is restrained in some way–in our cases, by having absolutely no time in which to create. I think I have achieved more output in this crazy, hectic semester than I have in the entire past year, when I was living with my parents and had far less homework. It actually seems quite natural when you think about it; passion being born out some sort of tension or adverse conditions. For example, don’t people always fall in love with other people who, for whatever reason, seem unsuitable for them? Don’t we always want what we cannot have? Isn’ t the grass always greener on the other side? Aren’t I good at rambling?
Life is funny sometimes.
