I have heard it said that creativity is what you make of it. That this etherial experience we call creativity is an ever moving star across the great expanse of sky and moon that holds opportunity for those willing to catch it. I have often spent time staring at a blank page, in the cold dead of the morning, wondering where does creativity stir from? How do I get it? Can it become a friend?
The answers to all of these questions eluded me for many years. "Why can't I understand it?" I would ask the open air that surrounded me. A great desire to create something beautiful haunted me. The artist's bane, an unsatisfiable hunger to produce work that equals the aesthetics found throughout daily life.