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There Are So Many Ways Inspiration Can Hit You
But I never thought about this one.
by Mynah Marie
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When it comes to creativity, I don’t let myself believe too much in divine intervention. At least, not as a baseline for my life as an artist.
Sometimes, I think to myself that creativity might just be the ability to drag ourselves out of our invisible box and gather the courage to try new things — to go on adventures, to let go of our need for comfort, all that stuff. Maybe our only job as artists is to learn how to become emotional acrobats, jumping in and out of the unknown like superhero vigilantes inside the board game of Life, and see where that leads us.
Bottom line is, as a personal guideline, I prefer to think creativity comes from hard work, on ourselves, and on our Art. But I admit, there were times when inspiration came to me in a way that baffles me to this day.
The strongest experience I had of such divine intervention happened in 2009, while I was living in southern Israel, in the most magical house I ever had the chance to rent. It wasn’t a fancy house, by any means, but it seemed pulled straight out of Lord Of The Rings.
