I teach creativity and imagination. I know, why assign such topics to someone deficient in both? Go figure. Eat your heart out, etc.
I require some students to write reports on creators they choose from Daniel Boorstin’s The Creators. Amazing book, and improbable to be equaled in a generation as he was the Librarian of Congress tapping an astonishing group of researchers to help research and tell the stories. He achieved lucid, clear, salient story telling at its best.
So questions about creative people lurk in the literature. Are they more avant-garde, anti social-conformity, rule busting people? Are they more broken, prone to mind and mood altering substances? Are they more gifted?
Sixty years ago Guilford showed a scatter graph supporting his “intelligent enough” theory of creativity. IQ correlates positively with creativity up to @ an IQ of 85, and then any correlation vanishes. Hmmm.
Creatives come from all manner of socioeconomic, religious and family backgrounds.
Now some research suggests we are “happier” in the left side of our brains, and “sadder” in the right side; and many associate creativity with that right side, although, in truth, when you’re in the creativity “zone”, your brain draws on the left and then the right side some — 300 times a second.
Also, remembering sadness, pain, or loss is easier than joy or happiness: which begs a question.
Do creatives know they live out their lives with more pain, or that creativity is born of pain? Do we all sense that, and avoid or seek creativity based on a desire or fear of pain?
If you interviewed King David, The Rolling Stones, U2, Coldplay, Hip Hop Kings, Ray Charles and Billie Holiday, Rich Mullins, Michelangelo, and Da Vinci — how do you see them answering, “What percentage of your life have you been “happy” or “joyous”?
Even if their answers suggest beauty is born of pain, art is born of suffering — why seek to create, to innovate, to make art? That provokes two hard questions for me.
One, did God know His stunning creation, and the people who he made the crowning aspect of that creation would bring Him unfathomable pain? Why create anyway?
Why do some of the most haunting, intense, overwhelming things of beauty; why do they push us to that pain in the throat, choked tears, impossible to swallow, quivering smile that mimics stunning moments of worship for believers?
Have we been wired for far more than we dare create, hope for, or desire?