I suppose there’s some inner satisfaction in creating in isolation. For some, that may be enough or even all that’s wanted. At the other extreme would be those who crave the attention that their work could bring — the fame and fortune.
Whatever the preference, the inspiration evolves from within. It wells up inside until it spills out onto paper, stage or canvas. Then it must stand alone, face the admirer or critic, make the connection to others, capture something in the human spirit. That is the quest for the creative artist, whether in the printed word, the acted scene or the objet d’art.
As my physical restlessness had led me to wander the park that day, my curiosity had led me along a trail of discovery as to what is involved in the creative process — improvisation. And here we’ve arrived at another button.
Stuart Deane lives in Newburyport.