Make it upBy Wade Kwon
Mike asked me during our regular smoke break about the ties that bind. What was it that loosely connected our group: same alma mater, smarts, working in media?
But itâ€™s not that.
Weâ€™re all bound by our creativity, our passion to express ourselves in innovative ways.
Mike should know. He shoots photos on a regular basis, something has become more than a hobby or an obligation during milestone family moments.
He could do it professionally and earn a good living. He could continue to do it as an outgrowth of his love of the equipment and the lighting and the million little details that make a good photo (or the one detail that can ruin it).
Writing, which has always been a companion of mine, has been a real outlet for me in the past year. I feel true freedom to express myself and my ideas, and even found ways to work within othersâ€™ (read: paying) formats.
In small ways, I could dabble a little in cooking, and I used to dabble in piano and flute, but itâ€™s been so long. I still work on my storytelling â€” the stories usually take awhile and seem more interesting to me than my intended audience of one.
I like to make birthday cards, and funny lists, and playlists for the mood or season at hand. I chop up songs to make ringtones so that when my friends call, the mood is set.
I made a 48-hour scramble film this year, and put together a couple of simple videos. Iâ€™d like to get my house to reflect some of this unspent creative energy: paint colors, framed art, better flow and so on.
My other friends paint, write, play music, sing, shoot photos, cook, tell jokes, act and maybe a hundred other things to fulfill themselves. Itâ€™s a decidedly interesting group to know.
One documentary I watched this weekend was â€œClass Act,â€ which showed the elimination of arts education in schools nationwide. One expert talked about the nature of creativity. When he asked a roomful of adults if they were creative, only a few raised their hands.
When he asked a classroom of kids if they were creative, they all raised their hands.
The creative me is a like a little kid at play. And heâ€™s having too much fun to ever quit.
Donâ€™t you wish you were creative like me?