Does it start? With crayons on paper or in the sandbox with pails? I don’t know. Seems like the right place. Using your imagination to make something from other things.
Use other media, tools, colours, materials, and ideas and play to see what happens.
That’s what I like about LEGO. You get a box, whether it is a box of bricks and parts or a booklet in a kit. You can build as per the instructions or you can shut the book and start looking at the pieces – see how they fit together.
I bought the Flintstone LEGO kit partly because it was nostalgic and partly because it gave me something to do when I needed to keep my hands busy.
Living in a pandemic is sometimes hard, especially because my mind can dwell too much on what I can’t have/do/be.
It took a while to get through the kit. I almost stopped so I could savour it more later. But in the end I finished it in one sitting. I smiled because it reminded me so much of the opening credits on the TV show.
I marvelled at the people who decided that we needed the Flintstones. They created Fred, Wilma, Barney and Betty, Bedrock, Mr. Slade, Dino. Did we need them? I’m not sure life would be very different without them, but for a half hour once a week, life was funny. And today I get to smile at my own creation.
While I may not really know how creativity starts, it does end somewhere, or at least pauses to reveal something that hasn’t been seen before – whether you use the instructions or not. And for a while you can be lost in another world that makes you smile.
