The conflicted
individual tends to have a creative mind. It’s often when our experiences involve
some challenge or difficulty that we learn the most about ourselves… we have transformative
insights, develop inner-strength, and are also inspired to create great works
of art. Just as the friction of the bow pulled over taut strings creates music,
conflict and tension provide the perfect conditions for the inner-alchemy that
is essential for the creative process.

Author and creativity researcher Mihaly
Csikszentmihalyi noticed that the artists mind is wired a little differently
from everyone else’s, consequently devoting 30 years into researching how
creative people live and work. He came to the following conclusion;

“If I
had to express in one word what makes their personalities different from
others, it’s ‘complexity’. They show tendencies of thought and action that in
most people are segregated. They contain contradictory extremes; instead of
being an ‘individual’, each of them is a ‘multitude’.”
~ Psychology Today (1996), ‘The Creative

The poet John Keats had realised the same thing way
back in 1817 in a letter to his brothers George and Thomas dated December 21st,
when he coined probably the single most intriguing concept of his entire surviving
correspondence; one that has been mused-upon at great length by poets and philosophers
ever since, even though he only makes mention of it once – ‘Negative Capability’;

once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially
in literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously – I mean Negative Capability, that is when man
is capable of being in uncertainties. Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable
reaching after fact and reason.”


Interestingly, the word ‘doubt’ originally meant ‘to
choose between two things’. These antithetical traits and the ability to
simultaneously embrace opposing ideas create the perfect circumstance for
‘bemusement’ (meaning “devoted utterly to the Muses”, as the Pope punned
on the word in 1705).

‘The origin of the term is unknown, but some
scholars have hypothesized that Keats was influenced in his studies of medicine
and chemistry, and that it refers to the negative pole of an electric current
which is passive and receptive. In the same way that the negative pole receives
the current from the positive pole, the poet receives impulses from a world
that is full of mystery and doubt, which cannot be explained but which the poet
can translate into art.’ (Wikipedia)

driving through the countryside yesterday afternoon, the world around me
transformed before my very eyes… the trees and grass varying shades of
luminescence contrasted by charcoal grey skies. The colours were realer-than-real, creating a dream-like scenario that had an almost psychedelic beauty about it. The moment was charged
with a strange, almost fizzy intensity and I intuitively ‘knew’ that something BIG
was about to happen – but what?! Was the earth about to undergo a sonic boom of
consciousness? Had there been a dimensional shift or galactic wobble?? Was I about to die???! I glanced down at
the clock on the dashboard to make a mental note of the time – 3.27pm (probably
not accurate) – just in case I needed to record the moment for posterity or
something like that. Perhaps something earth-shattering was happening elsewhere
on the planet at that very moment that I was unaware of? I was about to find

than five minutes later, I heard the characteristic low rumbles of thunder. I was
quite astraphobic as a child until one stormy night transformed my fear… myself and my little sister had fled into our parents’ bedroom during a particularly severe thunderstorm and were treated to a spectacular hilltop
lightshow in the skies above Bath, with running commentary on the different
types of lightning by our dad. After that, I became something of an ‘astraphile’; a lover of thunderstorms.

Nature (including us human beings) can be so beautiful and yet so terrifying both at once. Before I’d set out on
my journey that day, I had mused upon this very fact and had cried. The paradox is that both polarities are within us and
therefore in the world and therefore in us, and so on and so on and so on (ad
infinitum)… it’s a perpetual creative cycle of movement – a giant jigsaw puzzle that’s
constantly changing at different speeds as each piece falls into place in
perfect time; what I refer to in the forthcoming documentary by Cari-Lee Miller,
‘Unveiled and Lifted’
as “…an Infinite Fractal Kaleidoscope of


untampered with, all life in the natural world – from the microcosmic to the
macrocosmic – has an instinctive pull towards (and away from) opposing
energetic principles; a cosmic dance, if you will… a flow of ‘positively-charged’ and ‘negatively-charged’ energies constantly endeavouring to maintain holistic balance in the universe. Both
sunshine and rain, day and night, are needed for all life to flourish… including, and perhaps most especially, the life of an artist.

~ © Karen Sawyer