A couple weeks ago, I drew this pig for one of my kids. He came up with an awesome story about how the pig ran away from his mommy but his mommy was coming to find him. You can see the whole drawing and story
here at Anthdrawology.
One of the other artists asked the excellent question: "
Why does that crazy creativity go away when we grow up?"
I can think of a couple of reasons, though these might just be why
my creativity died, or almost did.*
WE'RE TOLD IT'S NOT CREATIVE
My son's story about the pig and his mommy comes almost directly from
The Runaway Bunny (which I know only because I read it to him all the time). It would be easy for me to say it's not creative because I know where he got it, and I think a lot of people -- parents or not, well-meaning or not -- do exactly that.
But his story
is creative. He added bits that are totally unique (at least I don't recognize where he got them, which is the same thing), and the whole thing put together is his own creation, whether I know where he got all the pieces or not.
A lot of people assume originality means something completely new, never been done before. Unfortunately,
that's an unreasonable expectation, especially for a kid who hardly knows any tropes and has no idea he's "stealing" them.
WE'RE TOLD IT'S NOT GOOD
A friend of mine was teaching a Jr. High art class. One of the students was very good, with a unique style all her own, and the teacher said so. This student's mom, however, disagreed because her daughter's art wasn't "realistic." She kept asking the teacher to help her daughter "get it right."
Stories like this make me mad. Can we just agree
that art is subjective? What moves one person may not move another, even if those people are a kid and their own mother. Realism does not equal art.
We could define good as something that moves a lot of people, or moves more people than it doesn't. But to get to that level takes
practice. Telling a newbie they're no good isn't helpful and -- especially with kids like I was -- it can make them quit forever.
I understand the difficulty. When one of my kids brings me a piece of paper covered in green scribbles, usually the best I can muster is, "That's nice, buddy. Put it over there with the rest of them." But I try really hard to praise creativity when I see it, and especially to praise practice and hard work, because those are the things that will turn those green scribbles into Awesome some day.
I have to remember that for myself too. I'm constantly getting down on myself for not being creative (that's why I keep writing posts about how nothing's original; it makes me feel better). It's the thing I hate hearing the most, but it's true: you have to fail a lot before you get good at anything.
What are your thoughts? Did you ever have your creativity squashed by some well-meaning authority? How did you get through it?
* For the record, my parents were fully supportive of my artistic endeavors. I don't actually remember who taught me that "original" and "good" were required for creativity.