My Reflection On Creativity

While taking this class, I really did learn more than I expected. I didn’t believe I would and looking back now, it was foolish of me to think that. My mind was never fixated on one answer but I never considered the possibility of others, mainly because we’re taught one way most of the time in English. Humanities, to me, feels more like a philosophy class more than an English class. Despite this, a notion that I’ve had for a very long time has not changed, and in fact, has become stronger in my point of view. This idea is about creativity. I’ve always despised the word. Like most generic adjective, being creative doesn’t mean anything. It merely stands as a placeholder word for things you find imaginative. To make matters worse, people believe there is someway to measure

The idea that creativity is something that can measured is not a logical way to determine imagination, nor is it something that could even be possible. When I really first started thinking deep into this notion, I was worried that I was blinded by my own thoughts, delusioned and could not see the light of the other path. Not only was I gifted with so many articles and interviews detailing the process, but the amount of documentation that held the same beliefs I did helped me understand that my rations weren’t coming out of nowhere. Going chronologically, I started to build up my thinking on this idea when I was choosing my art piece. I knew what I wanted from the beginning. I wanted to choose art that was beautiful to me but would easily frighten or confuse an average classmate. I did this, not to demonstrate my higher-being and my holier-than-thou vibe, but to understand why these abnormalities in art appealed to me. My main goal was to choose something that would get a reaction, even the most negative one, and take in the comments that others gave to me about what they thought of it. I chose Sachiko/Nakamura/Yoshihide’s infamous album Good Morning, Good