Here is a nice picture of our group working together a couple of weeks ago. See how tidily five of us manage to work together in a small space. Compare this image with the photo below:
This is how my desk looks this morning. This is more or less how my desk looked last week when I cancelled the group and more or less the same as it was 24 hours after I had tidied up for our last gathering. In fact, this is more or less how my desk is all of the time. You see, I don’t play tidily – I never have done. I am an only child and never had to share my space, so I became used to spreading out, making a mess and working through my muddle.
In one respect, this muddled workspace fuels my creativity. I find that that I get buried in the pile that surrounds me and draw on whatever is immediately to hand. In another way, of course, it can be counter-productive. Mess, as I know only too well, leads to spilled paint and water, splodges on the page that weren’t intended, pages stuck together etc. You can imagine. This is my style though – my method. I have learned to work with it rather than fight it. The accidents that happen to a page are momentarily frustrating but I have trained myself to accept them and use them as a creative opportunity.
I know my friends in the group accept me as I am and I am grateful for that. If we are to grow in our creative processes, we must embrace our style and learn to love it.