the tortured artist
the tortured artist holding on to pain in order to create afraid that if they get better then production will halt but maybe beauty doesn't…
the tortured artist holding on to pain in order to create afraid that if they get better then production will halt but maybe beauty doesn't…
It's always so strange how creativity comes at such seemingly random times abruptly waking up in the middle of the night because something needs to…
Sometimes i worryThat my creativity will dry upWhen i have blocks for a whileAnd everything i doIs so forcedI read it backLack of authenticityWriting just…
the deepest joy lies in the act of creation rather than the object of creation time away from life the mind is on vacation in…
My most serious relationship ended a little over a year ago. And since then, I’ve been on my own, trying to adjust to being alone.…
how many beautiful words are never heard because the fear of judgement outweighs the freedom of full expression? songs lost in the ether never to…
When I was a child, a huge part of my life was play. I spent as much time as possible outdoors with my friends, inventing…
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Certain periods of my life, I'm able to create effortlessly. The words fall onto the page fluidly, the artwork doesn't look half bad, and I'm…
It feels, almost, fraudulent to call myself a "writer." I wonder if the label is only reserved for people who are more accomplished than I…
I recently got into a conversation with someone about the origin of creativity. Does it exist within our own minds, or us it an external…