Einstein once wrote, “The …valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the

noble and the sublime…”

So where does creativity lie? Does it reside in different parts of the human body depending on one’s gifts? Maybe the head and hands of the artist or the heart of the lover? It is no mystery that our most creative offerings have come from extremely dire circumstances as with the art created by adults and children who’ve been born into a heritage of struggle and victimhood.

Creativity represents one’s personal age of enlightenment and comes swaddled in the clothes of the human condition. Creativity comes for me quietly on the heels of darkness – in mood and heart.