Showing posts with label Creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creativity. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Creativity

Self-criticism

It's often easy to be self-critical, particularly if your interests are creative. There's no way to definitively measure success when it comes to the arts, which means writers, artists and musicians tend to spend a lot of their time convincing themselves that they'll never make it. I consider myself very lucky in that I have both academic skill and creative skill, but it is far easier to know how well you're doing at say, physics or maths, simply because you are either right or wrong. Meanwhile, though I can measure how many songs I've played or how many poems I've written, I still have no real grasp of where I stand in the grand scheme of things.

I have found myself on many a night staring at my as yet unpublished poem of the day thinking: "Well this is terrible." But by that time it's too late to start again, so I click 'publish' anyway and punish myself internally for inflicting such words on the public. Of course, I am always assured that said poem is better than I think, but the more I read it the more I see problems with it.

It's the same with drawing, I've finished sketches fairly happy with the result, but the more I look, the worse it gets. In the end I try and fix the mistakes and more often than not find myself longing for a real life undo button. And of course, no composition is ever perfect, it never quite sounds how it does in my head.

Now, obviously it is important as any form of artist to know when something is too far gone to be worth pursuing, but we all, collectively, find it very difficult to believe that our work is worth it. The sad thing is, ideas that could become masterpieces can be thrown away in a moment of self-doubt.

Selective hearing

The easiest way to find out if what you're doing is any good is to ask someone. Getting a new perspective is always useful, whether they like what you're doing or not. Now, the problem (certainly for me at least) is that we're naturally very good at hearing criticism and a little deaf in the praise department.

A hundred positive comments don't have nearly the same impact as one or two negative comments. Thankfully, most of the time, the comments I get are either positive or constructive rather than "this video make me sick" or "wow this poem sux" etc. But when someone tells you that your work needs improving, it can stick in your mind for a lot longer than someone saying it’s great. Perhaps it is modesty, or a fear of seeming too full of yourself, but receiving feedback always seems to turn into another chance to beat yourself up.

Of course, we should listen to feedback, but we shouldn’t let it take over what we’ve done – and sometimes, we need the confidence to say that actually it’s better like this. You are the one in control.

Education

Over the past years, particularly in the UK where I live, there has been a certain reluctance to acknowledge the arts as ‘real subjects’. Students are often encouraged to take sciences or maths (and yes, maths has an ‘s’ at the end) simply because they are the ‘core’ of learning. I’ll try not to get too side-tracked with a rant about education (I’m sure it will be covered in many, many future blogs) but the fact is, the system in this country works perfectly for people with a certain kind of mind, but horribly for people with a different kind. What I mean by that is, if you can memorise facts, use maths with ease and visualise scientific concepts, you will breeze through school with flying colours. If you can’t, you’re pretty much screwed. It’s not fair, because there are whole generations of people who have amazing talents who believe they are failures.

When I came to choose my A-levels I had a lot of pressure from all sides to take a lot of subjects. I’m not saying this to boast, basically I have the ‘right’ kind of mind for school. I knew I was going to take Physics and Maths already – I had very little choice and no real objections to that – but my other two subjects came down to my decision. Now, anyone who knows me will know I am absolutely shocking at making decisions. I’m the kind of person who can spend a good twenty minutes deciding which sandwich to get for lunch (egg & cress has its merits, but is it really as filling as chicken? I don’t know! Maybe I should just get both – but then that’s too much! What do I do?!). So choosing between all my options was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. The day before I made my decision I was convinced I was going to do French and Chemistry as my other two subjects – after all, two sciences, a language and maths would look great on a university application – but on the last day, I happened to notice the Creative Writing course. I looked into it and I was sold – this was perfect for me! Then I spoke to my music teachers and I realised that I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. So I surprised everyone by being one of the only straight A* students to choose two art subjects. Best decision of my life.

For the sake of my sanity, my workload and my development into “maturity” (I use the term loosely) I could not have chosen better. I have come on tremendously as a writer and music has been a sanctuary that I could not have managed without. What I'm trying to say in a kind of weird and tangent-filled way is this:

The art subjects may not look as good on a UCAS form, but they are incredibly valuable and we cannot allow creativity to die. Most importantly, taking an art subject doesn’t make you lazy or stupid – it makes you different in a way that really should be celebrated.

So what's my point?

Whatever it is you're pursuing, creative or not, it has to start with the confidence in yourself to be able to make it. I’m not saying just write a novel without changing a word, but sometimes we need to take a step back from all the negativity and just look at what we’ve made. Allow ourselves that moment to appreciate what we’ve managed to do, without worrying about that word which doesn’t quite flow in chapter 6 or that line that’s a little wonky next to that tree. Creating art is not about perfection, if it was artists would have been replaced with photographers long ago, it’s about doing something no one’s ever done before.

And that is something to be proud of.

Thursday, 28 January 2016

Words

Personal meanings

At the time or writing I have just got back from a party that reminded me how much I love my friends. We're all way off what anyone could consider normal and really there's no explanation as to how we all fit together, but we do. As a general rule our conversations start with a kind of awkward phase of people trying to work out what everyone wants to talk about, before descending into an indescribable phase of rambling, tangents and word creation.

Now this got me thinking, after today inventing the word 'puddleskip' I wondered how much of what we say to one another means absolutely nothing to anyone else. Our in-jokes have become so extensive that they now make up the majority of our conversation. For example, a conversation could run like this:

Me: What are you doing?

Laurie*: Feeding Seb's friends

Seb*: But I wanted that

Me: None for you

Seb: All for me

Ozzy*: But did you have exact change?

Seb: Exact change

Laurie: Everyday

Me: Fuduckulous

*All names have been changed to characters from my books

Which of course makes absolute sense to all of us and sounds like the the gibbering of the mentally deranged to anyone passing by (which is quite probably a more accurate description). The simplest moments have become so engrained in our conversation that we will never forget them. I'm sure this is not unique to my friendship group, but it does seem to be a great way to remind each other of the good times.

I suppose the question is: Will I still remember these words in 5 years? 10 years? 20 years?
Perhaps not, but I like to think that one day I'll look back - maybe even at this blog post - and I'll see one of these meaningless words and I'll be reminded of these days. Will I even be in contact with anyone else who understands them? I like to think so, but if I'm not, maybe I'll call them up.

One word


As a poet I know that just one word can have the power of a thousand others, that's why I spend so long deciding if I've got the right one. What I have come to realise is that actually, the words which mean most to me usually mean the least to others. Some people's eyes are drawn to different letters or different shapes to mine, which makes my job quite difficult - trying to create something that other people can appreciate, not just me.

You may have seen one of those word-searches on Facebook (or your social media platform of choice) which says something like "Comment the first word you see". While being fairly pointless it can be interesting to see how differently people look at the same jumble of letters, often people comment with words you may not have noticed at all. How accurate as a psychoanalysis test this is remains to be seen, but I know there are certain themes I am drawn to quicker than others. (Rather worryingly a lot of those themes include death and blood...)

Another interesting one is word association, which has been used as a real test of mental state. I know that if someone says to me "shimmer" an image of water is instantly brought to my mind, whereas if someone said "glint" I'd think of something metallic - a car perhaps? Subtle differences between words make a big difference to how people think about what you're saying.

Oh, on a side note, whoever said "a picture is worth a thousand words" clearly didn't realise the wonders you can do with the English language.

Memory

I remember things in images, I remember words by how they look on a page and music by what my hands looked like when I was playing. This means that most of the things I remember, I remember very vividly.

This has its upsides and its downsides.

It's great for remembering diagrams and formulae in school, it's fantastic for recalling details about somewhere I've been and it's perfect for when I've lost something - I just get a clear picture in my head of what I'm looking for and look back at when I last saw it.

Unfortunately, I also have crystal clear memories of my darkest days and nights. I can see the look someone gave me when they told me they hate me, I can visualise every millisecond of my first breakup and don't even get me started on horror films. 

Also, I don't remember spoken instructions anywhere near as well as I remember written instructions (not helpful when, for example, asking for directions). 

I find memory a curious thing, sometimes I try and to explain to myself how it is I am 'seeing' both in my head and in real life at the same time but in the end I give up and just carry on my day. Being so perfectly in two moments at once is rather confusing when you start actually thinking about it. As I type this, I'm hearing me saying the words in my head as they appear on the screen and I have an image of myself walking home back when I had the idea for this blog. How do I do that? I haven't a clue! It really starts to mess with you after a while.

Hive mind


Writing, in a way, is the collective memory of humanity. Everything we put down on paper or into a computer is a unique collection of words that can allow someone else to think what you were thinking when you wrote it. It is what separates us from so many species - we have a (fairly) permanent record of the past that we can build on without having to start all over again.

I like to think that the things I write now will one day help someone understand what life was like for me, or delve deeper into the ideas I rambled on about. In a funny way, a writer never dies, their voice can still be heard hundreds of years later, still passionate or fearful or full of wonder. I suppose that's what keeps me going sometimes - the knowledge that what I care about will be remembered because I wrote it down.

This is why the words "I can't write" bother me so much. Everyone can write! Everyone should write! If for no other reason than to be remembered, write.

I'll leave you with a quote that has filled me with optimism and self-belief every time I see it:

"If you want to write, you can.
Fear stops most people from writing, not lack of talent.
Who am I? What right have I to speak? Who will listen to me?
You are a human being with a unique story to tell.
You have every right." - Richard Rhodes

Now...to my dreams.

- Parsavagely Hayashi