Variations

We all had access to the same materials, paper, paint, ink, watercolors, etc. For several hours we made art using all these same materials and, as you might imagine, not one of the finished pieces looked alike. Six of us, in a few hours, created dozens of pieces of art (some wonderfully pleasing and others abominable disasters). I don't know why it surprises me that there are infinite variations in creativity. Maybe because we live in a mass-produced-society we can't imagine the many ways expression seeps out. Of course, we really don't need to look further than our own spinning globe where we find infinite variations in life itself, not just between plant and animal life, but even in subsets like mammals which contains bats AND giraffes. Ours is a world of infinite creation.

We dined with another couple recently in their home. In just about every corner there was some large or small art object the woman had created, she also acted on the local stage, hosted a radio program and seemed at-home with any artistic endeavor she set her mind to. She rides a distinctive pink motor scooter around the small town where they live. It suits her in every way. Her husband, a lanky taciturn fellow, engaged sporadically in conversation with us as the evening mellowed. He too had a craft, about which he said little, but his un-shy wife told us her flashy pink scooter was his creation, he brings nearly dead scooters back to life, sometimes re-casting long forgotten parts and then paints them in magnificent shades.

Creativity flows through each of us in so many variations. Maybe it's numbers we wrangle, or accounts we manage, or scooters we bring back to life or watercolors and ink on paper, or children we raise, or gardens we tend. It's a way we change the world, in small and incremental steps or large and showy gestures, as meets our measure. These things are our REAL work in this life.

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