Once upon a time, I was an art major. It was one of the happiest times of my life, in fact…one of the most freeing and liberating. I’ve been an artist, of a sort, since I could hold a pencil or crayon, but in high school I stumbled into an art class and really began to explore my gift. As I entered university, the graphic design degree I wanted was rolled into Studio Art, so I found myself spending long hours in the studio drawing a still life here, doing a negative space painting there. Staring at piles of crap that my professor had stacked up and put under dramatic lighting for seven or eight hours at a time.
Beyond the art, what I found was artistic, or creative, flow. After much Googling this seems to be the term attached to what I like to think of as “getting lost in” the art. It’s the hardest thing to describe what creative flow is or what it feels like. If you’ve ever enjoyed something so much that you completely lose cognizance of yourself and time, then you’re pretty darn close.
For me, creative flow, is losing cognizance of myself and time, but it’s also like riding on a wave of something that is distinct from me. That’s where God comes in. There’s a special combo of things…situational variables…that seem to open up a conduit in my brain and take me straight into creative flow. In fact, there are three specific activities that jettison me into that place: making art, writing, and running.
As I’m writing this, I’m having a big A-HA moment that I should really wise up and make these things the cornerstone of my life. So hey! You were here for that!
I’m also realizing that examining creative flow and art as prayer and meditation are going to take a significant amount of time to flesh out, so if you’ll bear with me, this will be the introduction to a series of posts on tapping into creativity and a conversation with God.
Are you ready?