Chapter 1 : The Plunge

Chapter one: The plunge
I guess to start I should really start at the beginning. The thing is this is one of those times the beginning is up for debate, so instead starting at the see I should tell you about the stream that lead me to it. I was still in school taking a couple of art classes and a philosophy class to finish. Philosophy took me by surprise it really opened my mind and made me think. So much so it started to seep into life, and into my art. As the nature of my thoughts changed so did my work, and the concept behind it. One day I was in Philosophy class and in a flash I was filled with a new understanding. I had been contemplating creativity and where it really comes from when it occurred to me that creativity is like a stream. We are not inventing ideas when we create but instead pulling from the stream of possibilities and bringing something to light. In other words anyone can fish in the stream, some are born to. To the non artist this act seems impossible, and they might say, “Oh I could never do that”, or “How do you come up with this sort of thing.” I remember thinking about putting my hands into the stream and letting the ideas splash up onto me. I imagined putting my hands and arms further into the stream to pull out the really big ideas. Class finished and I snapped back to reality. I must have spoken to the professor for twenty minutes after class about my epiphany. Her response left me with a great sense of satisfaction and truth. I felt I had found a map to tapping into my creativity, a way to go straight to the stream and to fresh ideas. Just when I thought I had the mother load it occurred to me what if I jumped in all the way, and where does the stream go?