Twyla Tharp's The Creative Habit.
Have you seen this book? It's my current favorite. I'm about halfway through.
Roommate 1 (as opposed to Roommate 2, of the tomato potting) does this creative thing once a week all summer long. She chalks a poem onto the nearby frequented sidewalk. I never thought too much about "creativity" before reading Tharp's book. But when I went to look at Roommate 1's work of this evening, I was struck with wonder at the layers of creativity and the two artists who created this.
Check it out. The text is huge, though it looks small in the photo.
The two artists at work are Bob Dylan and Roommate 1. At some time a long time ago, Bob Dylan, through his own creative process, wrote these words and set them to music. Roommate 1 found the words, decided they were appropriate for this week, chose a font and colors, and put Bob Dylan on the sidewalk.
Roommate 1 searches out poems all the time. Her bookshelf includes the anthology Good Poems, American Places, compiled by Garrison Keillor, and many many others. We used to take turns posting a "poem of the week" on the fridge, at her suggestion. I don't know her full creative process, but I know that she searches out meaningful bits of poetry and picks fonts and colors to use to give them shape and color. She's very good at fonts and styles. Her work usually lasts about a week or until it rains. As long as it stays, it offers inspiration to every walker who passes and pauses to look.
Roommate 1 (as opposed to Roommate 2, of the tomato potting) does this creative thing once a week all summer long. She chalks a poem onto the nearby frequented sidewalk. I never thought too much about "creativity" before reading Tharp's book. But when I went to look at Roommate 1's work of this evening, I was struck with wonder at the layers of creativity and the two artists who created this.
Check it out. The text is huge, though it looks small in the photo.
"Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now."
~ Bob Dylan, from "My Back Pages"
The two artists at work are Bob Dylan and Roommate 1. At some time a long time ago, Bob Dylan, through his own creative process, wrote these words and set them to music. Roommate 1 found the words, decided they were appropriate for this week, chose a font and colors, and put Bob Dylan on the sidewalk.
Roommate 1 searches out poems all the time. Her bookshelf includes the anthology Good Poems, American Places, compiled by Garrison Keillor, and many many others. We used to take turns posting a "poem of the week" on the fridge, at her suggestion. I don't know her full creative process, but I know that she searches out meaningful bits of poetry and picks fonts and colors to use to give them shape and color. She's very good at fonts and styles. Her work usually lasts about a week or until it rains. As long as it stays, it offers inspiration to every walker who passes and pauses to look.
I Have To Say ThaT I Miss The Creativity Of All ThaT I Expeienced In Cache Valley.
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