I’ll get today’s post going with a lengthy quote I stumbled upon one dark evening last week.
“I have devoted 30 years of research to how creative people live and work, to make more understandable the mysterious process by which they come up with new ideas and new things. If I had to express in one word what makes their personalities different from others, it’s complexity. They show tendencies of thought and action that in most people are segregated. They contain contradictory extremes; instead of being an individual, each of them is a multitude.”
I’ll ask you to read the article to get a better understanding of where the quote is going… and where it’s coming from.
It was a rather thought provoking bit of reading. It was also an eye-opener of note for yours truly.
I have, for years, been wondering if there was something wrong with me. I’ve asked it often, the artist or the engineer… which am I really? Now, don’t get me wrong when I call myself either… I’m no artist of note, neither am I an engineer with a few bridge or aircraft designs to boast about. Mind you… I have written the odd piece and even suggested to a few that I may well have quite an interesting aerofoil design to experiment with… so, maybe there may be some legacy yet?
OK… back to the inner workings of a creative mind. I’ve been confused about the concept of a few different “me’s” living in the same space, in the same void… same skull. Maybe that’s why the old body feels a tad battered at times… it’s got to perform to the tunes of at least 2 different me’s!
Anyway, I waffle too much. Once you’ve enjoyed reading the article you may have a better idea how some of us go about doing what we do. I cannot see things in black and white yet on certain matters I’m so rigid that my family have thrown the odd dictator’s name into the sentence when they’re referring to my take on things. Why and how this happens is still a mystery to me yet, at least I now have a slightly better insight into the workings of my own mind(s).
So, to all of you out there who have wondered… now I have an excuse… now I can get away with even more expressiveness without the Calvinist in me feeling too guilty. Either you take that line or you may well wonder if the derange is dwelling somewhere close by. I’ll leave you make the call yourself!
I’ll conclude… I was tempted to include the quote in this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge. It is, after-all… an unusual PoV, is it not? Mind you… then yesterday’s post would also go a long way in demonstrating how unusual my points of view can be on occasions…