For me, creativity is just being interested in something, and then responding to it. I do it in paintings, drawings and photographs, but that’s after I’ve been inspired. Inspiration comes from outside of me. It enters my brain through one or more of my senses. Then it is no longer outside. It’s gotten in. My neurons devour it, or at least respond to it. They move the pieces around, figuring out what they can do with it. My job is just to be open, and put myself out where I can see it in the first place. My brain is dissecting it before I’m conscious of it. I don’t try to be creative. When I do try to conjure some creative output, I find myself frustrated or disappointed. It’s like a seed that is planted when I see. It begins to grow long before it pokes its head out where I am aware of it. I’ve always done this. The more I do it, the less panic I feel. With practice I guess I get better at responding. I can only catch the fish that are in the water. I have to relax. The little ideas of today may be bait for the deeper waters of tomorrow. I’m my own inspiration and obstacle. My expectations both spur me on and get in my way. All I have is this moment to sit and rest, and allow the visions to loosen and flow.