Photo Prompt: Theopneustos or Meraki?

Where does it come from,

the drive for creativity?

Sometimes it seems as though

ideas are floating

in the ether,

just waiting for

an author

an artist

a sculptor

to reach out and pluck them

from obscurity

to bring them front and centre

and shine a spotlight

on their brilliance.

Sculptors talk of ‘freeing’

their sculptures

from a marble prison.

Writers, of stories waiting

to be told,

characters who talk to them,

demanding to be heard.

So where are they, before they

hit the page,

the canvas,

the stone?

Is there a rescue centre

ruled over by

The Muses,

where ideas wait

to be adopted

by a creative

who will give them a loving home,

agency,

a voice

an audience?

Or is it something found

deep within humans,

a need for the world to be other

than it is?

More beautiful,

More ordered,

More inspiring?

What drives us to create

something beyond ourselves?

To make the ordinary,

extraordinary?