It is said that a child is the most creative person. This can be attributed to the freedom to express your ideas with no fear of being riduculed, the lack of time pressure and the willingness to play with ideas.
I love how my daughter will draw, paint, write, and say whatever is on her mind. I wish everyone could stay in that frame of mind where they have no fear of criticism. Unfortunately I have seen so much talent go to waste because people are fearful of others opinions and failure.
I agree, I was more creative and uninhibited when I was a child. My imaginations soared like now but in a freer type of way I find hard to capture and describe. The possibilities were endless and so was the abundant amount of energy.
As far as creativity goes, this really happened to us when our boys were 3 and 4 years old. I had to write it down as it really made us laugh. Hope you enjoy the picture it paints!
Jackson Pollack and the living room floor
Sunday morning all is quiet, Mum and Dad asleep,
Quietly, quietly, down the stairs, two boys sneak..
Across the hall, through the door, they go into the lounge
Shh, don’t wake the cats up in case they start to yowl.
Nothing much is on the box, it’s raining hard outside,
Upon the wall, the clock it ticks, it’s saying half past five.
Yesterday they watched tv as a painter showed his style
His name was Jackson Pollack – the boys they start to smile.
High up in the cupboard are pots of black and red,
And oranges and purples. There’s paper in the shed.
Arms are full of everything as the cats shoot out the door,
The boys line up the paper on the living room floor.
A work of art, like that man did – he throws his paint around.
A touch of red, a bit of blue, the purple is so sound.
A little yellow, then some black, this really is the best
"Oh, look, they make good body paints, let’s decorate our chests."
“Oh no”, say’s one, what should we do, we’ve really made a mess
We’d better wake up Mum and Dad, at least we’ve tried our best
"I’ll clean up all the paint", says one, "you go upstairs and find
Mum or Dad to come and help, I’m sure that they won’t mind.
Running dripping up the stairs, “Dad –I need some help”.
“Don’t move”, cries Dad, leaps out of bed – Mummy gives a yelp.
“Run a bath” says Dad to Mum and don’t come down the stairs
I need to go see what they’ve done and try to make repairs.
Down he goes, into the lounge – the carpet once was brown,
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ve cleaned it up, I’ve even got some towels.
I’ve washed the door, cleaned up the floor – put the paints to dry”
In comes mum to see the carpets now the colour of the sky.
“Oh my word, what have you done – it looks like you've been having fun.,
“That Jackson Pollack man’s so smart, we thought we’d do a bit of art.”
Mum and Dad, they start to smile – and then they shake their head
Next time when you want to paint, please – get us out of bed!
Ah that is fantastic and I was smiling all the way through reading it and picturing your faces haha!! Yes I was definately more creative when I was younger, its amazing what we can do with some paints!
yes i too agree, as i have had such an experience.In childhood i was much more creative, i had more time for my hobbies.My teachers used to tell my mom that this child is going to be a great artist but when i grew up i had to leave all that because of pressure of studies.Now again i want to cultivate that talent in me.