It is a daunting task to face the blank page of a computer screen, a sheet of notebook paper, or a stretched canvas. There it is. Wanting nothing but the start. How to start, and what to put there. I cannot think of the beginning; yet my heart and head are unrequited with thoughts of creativity – and then the moment I attempt to begin – the blankness is overwhelming. When creativity hits a roadblock it’s time to push pause and wonder “why.” God the Creator has formed me in His image and therefore I have all the creativity of being His creation – and yet, here I sit; dry, empty, and without direction.
When Creativity Hits a Roadblock
I drive down the highway, away from the blankness of starting. Upon the blankness and my thoughts, creativity bursts forth at such a speed that I must steady my foot on the accelerator lest my thoughts cause my car to attempt to keep up. The thoughts are flowing freely.
Surrounded by Beauty
How to capture those colors on my canvas, or describe them in words, or capture the essence on a blank page – these are the wonderings that consume my thoughts. Every fiber of my being is in a rush to get to my computer, my paper, my canvas and give free rein to what is in my soul; allowing it to pour freely upon the page.
I arrive home, go quickly to my desk, my studio, my place of retreat…and there it is; the blank page. I wonder where the creativity has vanished away to. I sit quietly a moment. The voices of many mentors begin to permeate my thoughts. Mom says, “Let’s get started.” My husband encourages, “You can do it.” Hallie reminds, “Begin where you are.” Sharon admonishes, “Write it down…we want to read it.” Voices everywhere.
Be Still and Know that I am God
I sit quietly. The silence and lack of my frantic activity and searching for what to say or how to say it becomes a time of refreshment. I envision all I have seen and heard. I listen for a particular voice. And then I hear it. The Voice that is my true compass quietly whispers. At first it is a still small voice within. I wait expectantly. I hush my thoughts of inadequacy. I listen, I mean I really listen. I think of all the beautiful images, aromas, and sounds God has allowed me to experience on my short drive. I begin to praise Him for the joy of color, the sounds of wind dancing in the trees. I thank Him for sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and suddenly my heart is full of praises, clamoring to be first in line. I can do this. One stroke on the keyboard, one stroke with my paint brush, one chord on the piano, one, just one, and I have begun.
Time vanishes away. Creativity pours itself out and floods across the blankness. Hours have been swallowed in time, but I am unaware. There is no longer blankness. I have begun.
What do you do when Creativity creeps away or is halted by a roadblock?