creativity are woven deeply into the tales of America’s quest for independence-
consider Betsy Ross’s stitching and the writing of Francis Scott Key. Though
not of a nationalistic flavor, I, too, am creating this weekend, ever grateful
for the ability and freedom to do so.
Very often a
creative act is a method for conveying a belief, idea, or story to another,
either on a grand scale or as an intimate act. Perhaps our imaginative
instincts tell us there must be another voice, found through stitches, paint,
or verse, when all other expressions are found inadequate.
Is it the
belief or the creative act that frees us?