I have a confession to make. I do not consider myself to be creative. For most of my life, being ‘creative’ has conjured up images of a painter and sculpture working away for hours to produce their art. I visualise Rembrandt, Constable, Rothko, Picasso, Van Gogh, Henry Moore. I don’t know why I narrow my interpretation of ‘creative‘ to artists but for some reason, my mind does not think laterally on this subject.
People have told me that ‘creative’ can also be composers, architects, interior designers, chefs, landscapers, film makers. It can also include ideas people, problem solvers and visionaries.
Yet I do not see myself as fitting any of these.
I do take photographs. For me, I see something and I take a photograph. As a result, I have received comments from bloggers congratulating me on being “creative”. Now this feels very uncomfortable to me. I have not staged anything. I have not set up lighting. I don’t think too hard about my subject – I just take photos of what is around me and hope that one is good enough to post on my Photo Challenge blog. So how does this make me a ‘creative’?
I think that this will be a life-long process for me. Some things are easier to accept about myself than others. I really don’t believe that this is false humility. I genuinely do not see what all the fuss is about. Maybe I’ll ‘get it’ one day, but today………….
Do you have a label that defines you?
Has anyone given you a compliment that you have found difficult to accept?
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