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Change of Title

the more astute of you will have noticed the change from eludes to defines.. not sure its very apt- but..
It occurred to methat Creatuvity doesn't really elude me (it did in titling the blog but in very little else). In fact I find myself trying to find places where I can work out my creativity more and more. Maybe thats what eludes me: places to be creative. I've been pondering this a bit cos I'm not what you might call conventionally creative (its never really been poured into one thing). Its not like I can join a band, or an art group (I could but I think I'd feel a bit hemmed in.)

Blah..

Maybe I should just spend some time thinking of more creative ways to gaze intently at my own navel!!

Comments

Sipech said…
If you make it up to Lancashire sometime, you should try sitting in Alina's art project!

I find a woodland at sunrise is nice.
Liz said…
hmm... use fibre-optic tubing :oD
resa said…
when?
resa said…
march preferably after the 3rd, middle or end. whenever. you're always welcome.
Kate John said…
mareike you are echoing the words of some very famous and important 20th Century artist guy called joseph beauys or something like that(he's so famous i don't know his name) who said that every human being is creative because the most creative thing anyone can do is live

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