You’re a seven year-old boy or girl. You have to present to the class your science fair project during science fair project season. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew that you didn’t want to do something dumb. You wanted wreak havoc with a paper mache volcano. You want to make a kick-ass tornado between two giant soda bottles. Heck you even wanted to turn on a freakin’ light bulb using measly potato as the energy source. If you did any of these then your friends thought you were the bee’s knees. You know why? Because you were inspired by the mind of magical seven year-old that you were. #rebelwithabedtime
You’re a high school, college, or adult (what are those creatures again?). The future is all your worried about. The future mostly includes questions stated as “Will I be happy even when I owe two kidneys to the government to cover my student loans?” These thoughts usually creep their way into the present. The present mostly refers to the current project your working on. Your creativity is vulnerable to being stifled at this moment. It will stifle. Its lack of presence will frustrate you. You’re trying to draw inspiration from the deep crevices of your conundrum of a cranium. You’re screwed. You have deadlines with nothing to show.
I have this problem all the time. Not to state that this is all I experience, but it appears that when I need to be creative the most, the entity that has guided me in my artistic decisions thus far has traveled away with my dreams, passions, and favorite pair of Levi’s. I try incredibly hard to fight for it to retrieve it from its journey. It’s mine. No one else can claim ownership over my creative prowess.
However I’m wrong most of the time when I do this. It’s due mostly to the fact that I shouldn’t be following my creativity. My creativity is following something else. Something that I’ve always held close to me has baited my creativity away from me. What is that you may ask? That is my whimsical seven year-old inspirational inner-child that has showed up once again. In good time, too, I may add.
You see as Video/Film Editors, we’re asked to showcase our style on every project. That statement is overused by our ignorant supervisors and clients. We can’t stop them. They know what they like. They just think deeming it “style” makes them sound cool to us editors. They’re sadly mistaken. Style is unique to every piece we edit. However, what they’re really looking for is life to be brought into this style that they dream of. That life is the inspiration of what drives us storytellers.
Editing is just the channel, of which, we use to tell stories through a certain medium. That medium is of course film/video. Combine it and it’s filmeo or vilm, the future terminology of course. It’s through editing that our inspiration for telling stories truly comes to life. Our seven year-old selves reveal time and time again of we are.
We are in fact those kids who want to blow stuff up. We want to try things that have been untried. We want to create those tornadoes in duct-taped soda bottles, and impress everyone we know. We want to bring life to these pieces with our duct tape. We edit so that we may drive energy from a tasty starch to a light bulb. In the end, these nostalgic inspirations are our foundations for our creative drive. We want that blue ribbon to show how badass a seven year-old can be.
So with that said, if you’re experiencing troubles with inspiration, look no further than your past child. If he/she wants to blow shit up, then you blow shit up. Great work will follow.
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