From: dan
date: 1/22/06
"My muse (metaphor...I don't think of creativity as being like a person.) has been relentless at least since my early teens, and active at least since I was three. (my first memory of art) so no, it has nothing to do with you, or anyone else. I get mnore done now, because I work more with efficiently, but in my 20s, when my first love was living with me, I actually worked more. I drew and painted every day, and sometimes all night.
I was once asked in a question/answer session with college students "where my creativity came from"...I told them that I had heard of two theories; one was that it was a divine gift, the other that it was the result of a sexual disfunction. You can choose." (the professor conducting the interview was not pleased.)
For me tho, disfunctional means something that doesn't work, and that is hardly the case, unless you think the only function to sex is procreation. That's only one of the things it does, albiet the most important one in terms of perpetuating humans. And perhaps even that is a simplification...we survive in part because we are social animals, like bees....who knows how important a role the power of sexual desire has played in the development of our society, and through that the development of our minds and bodies. There'a line in a song in The Stone Man (first opera) that goes "Nature has a way of being more than a plan or a rule."
We tend to think we know everything...but even a cursory glance at the size of our brains should make it clear that the universe will not fit inside."
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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