The creativity of us continues throughout our lives. Our creation progresses by the influence of everything that happens to us: from the environment, from others, from our thoughts and emotions. We are constantly being rewritten, remolded, repainted.
When I meet someone, I sometimes think this is where they are in the midst of their creative unfoldment. And at that moment of interaction, I’m one of the artists adding to their creation, as well as they are to mine. We effect each other to a great degree with our words, actions, and presence.
I like thinking this way, because when we are constant creative endeavors, we are not static and unchanging. We are vital and exciting. Who knows what we are going to be next. When I work on a painting, I don’t have an idea of what I want it to look like. I’m spontaneously adding colors and shapes, and I love the process of the becoming. I don’t think it’s turning out wrong. Basically it feels like it’s coming to life, and I get to watch it grow.
There’s a kindness in looking at ourselves as a creative process. We are a different painting than we were yesterday, or ten years ago, or when tomorrow comes.
Perhaps try looking at people as a painting in progress today. See who they are as a collection of the brush strokes from their parents, friends, co-workers, and from everything they’ve heard and read, and everything they’ve eaten and breathed, from each thought and feeling they’ve experienced, from everything they’ve seen. Feel your brush strokes on them, and theirs on you.