Here's a poem I wrote (and had forgotten about) in 1997.
And you set my mind dancing.
Brain fuck and
And mind dancing.
All of which begs the question of when something starts… I don’t think (my) creativity can be defined like that. Beginning, middle, end. It's not my notion of structure. For me, ideas sit around, rise to the surface and disappear and when the perspective of ‘the moment’ is right, out they come. But each time the iteration is different because I am in a different place and different connections are being made. But it does show that these ‘small’ ideas can grow with time.
On 05052020 I wonder on what reflection actually means. Can you reflect forwards? Forwards and backwards are not directions that are meaningful to me any more - I think that means I have fully embraced All Moments in my life as well as in my art. For me at this perspective of the moment the directions of reflection are inward and outward rather than forward and backward.
Find out more about the theory, process and meanings - an exercise in creating a brain in a virtual vat.