I've been reading The Right To Write by Julia Cameron. She discusses the Artist's Well, our creative pool that we draw from whenever we write (or draw, paint, compose, sculpt, what-have-you).
Reminded me of the time I saw a theater production of 1984. Winston breaks the fourth wall while being tortured, his terrorized screams piercing the audience, and he begs us over and over to do something why won't you do something you can stop them what's wrong with you. It gave me chills then and gives me chills now remembering it.
Theater fills my creative well. Along with other things. Walking. Museums. Lake Eola in Downtown Orlando.
What replenishes your creative well?
Reminded me of the time I saw a theater production of 1984. Winston breaks the fourth wall while being tortured, his terrorized screams piercing the audience, and he begs us over and over to do something why won't you do something you can stop them what's wrong with you. It gave me chills then and gives me chills now remembering it.
Theater fills my creative well. Along with other things. Walking. Museums. Lake Eola in Downtown Orlando.
What replenishes your creative well?