meandmybentley: When did the process of being creative, become so uncreative? I have trouble compreh
meandmybentley: When did the process of being creative, become so uncreative? I have trouble comprehending those who instinctively and instantly turn to technology the moment they begin being ‘creative’. Even with time against me, I still find myself buried in a fort of books, knee deep in a torrent of ink drenched paper, or gazing off into distant nothingness while my brain processes a million ‘what’s ifs’ a second. Without it, I’m simply unable to deliver. At least not anything with purpose. For me, the process is like standing in the eye of a storm. In the centre I am at ease and focused, yet surrounding me is utter madness. Therapeutically draining, it’s a period of pressure with the goal of unearthing a diamond; the harder I’ve pushed the better its clarity. A skill that no technology can simulate, nor should it. So why in hell would anyone want to rob themselves of this experience; reaching for a mouse rather than a pen, pencil or brush. Maybe I’m a little old school? One who appreciates an unplugged approach. An analogue creative perhaps? Yes. We still exist. #meandmybentley -- source link