{"id":1132,"date":"2021-04-11T17:58:01","date_gmt":"2021-04-11T17:58:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/?p=1132"},"modified":"2021-04-11T17:58:01","modified_gmt":"2021-04-11T17:58:01","slug":"the-vagaries-of-creativity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2021\/04\/the-vagaries-of-creativity\/","title":{"rendered":"The Vagaries of Creativity"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thinking out loud…<\/h3>\n

Something is bubbling up. \u00a0A brief but bright spot in my morning thoughts, an idea…..that I didn\u2019t say \u201cno\u201d to.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t say that my creativity has been dimmed over the past couple years, but I can say that it has been splintered. \u00a0Splintered into many directions\u2014many directions, and none of them particularly stellar in the world of ART. \u00a0I\u2019ve doubted my credibility as an artist, even though I have not really changed how I go about answering my questions. \u00a0I have still followed my curiosity. \u00a0I have still followed what gives me pleasure and comfort. \u00a0I have still questioned and searched, trying to understand. \u00a0I have experimented and studied and worked diligently, diving into new territory, or revisiting old territory. \u00a0I haven\u2019t changed all that much, but what I have been doing has changed…a lot.<\/p>\n

This \u201csea change\u201d has been coming on a long time, at least ten years. \u00a0It began as a growing dissatisfaction with my own work as a quilt maker, a growing sense that I was going through the motions, covering territory I felt done with. \u00a0I think there is something that just IS part of my character\u2014to \u201cjump ship\u201d when I feel as though I have begun to work out of what is expected. \u00a0When I have gone onto automatic, conveyor belt thinking and creating, I know I need to step off the conveyor belt. \u00a0These sea changes have occurred throughout my life, often feeling like a wrong turn at first, \u00a0but carrying me to a more satisfying path.<\/p>\n

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One thing this year of covid has given me is time…time to think, to ponder. \u00a0This sequestered year has given me time to be home, to focus on home, to focus on what is right in front of me\u2014always my strategy when things get confused or tough, as things do in our lives. \u00a0It has been a time fraught with fear and stress, worry and doubt. \u00a0Letting my creativity find its own path, find its own level has brought me through on a jumbled and oddball journey that often puzzled me, and just as often gave me peace.<\/p>\n

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So I explored…..bread making, sock making, sour dough, wools and yarn-y things. \u00a0I let some things pile up, ignored, and kept my kitchen sink clean. \u00a0I studied the architecture of sock making, making socks as if my life depended on it. \u00a0The mythic mysteries of sourdough became a passion, and my sourdough starter (named Trevor) became my resident pet. \u00a0I pursued flat breads to tortillas to focaccia to sourdough pancakes.<\/p>\n

And you know, the best thing has been the final feeling that I have some understanding of these things\u2014that I understand. \u00a0And that is where I find myself. \u00a0Possibilities of quiet endeavor open up. \u00a0Ideas drop by and I am eager to see what can come of that. \u00a0I say \u201cyes\u201d.<\/p>\n

I say \u201cyes\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Thinking out loud… Something is bubbling up. \u00a0A brief but bright spot in my morning thoughts, an idea…..that I didn\u2019t say \u201cno\u201d to. I can\u2019t say that my creativity has been dimmed over the past couple years, but I can say that it has been splintered. \u00a0Splintered into many directions\u2014many directions, and none of them … Continue reading “The Vagaries of Creativity”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1132"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1132"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1139,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1132\/revisions\/1139"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}