Even though your body is always bound to one place, your mind is a relentless voyager.*
The earliest artists worked within the outlines they imagined, the later reworked their imaginations.’**
In our imaginations we are able to play in a plethora of ways.
Because these are not tangible, we possibly don’t pay them as much attention as the here and now of what we can touch, tase, see, smell and hear. We allow our more imaginative thoughts to flee away, then we forget them, until we catch a fleeting glimpse, but that is all.
If we capture these imaginings, though, if we write them down or make some kind of doodle or drawing of them, something more begins to happen.
They begin to grow and develop, and we get to play them into some experiment or exploration.
Then we get to wondering just how expandable and expansive our imaginations can be.
Beyond writing them down and drawing them out, there’s the importance of sharing them with others: in the to-ing and fro-ing of conversation, a possibility can grow and grow.
(Who knew it before we had the dynamic conversation?)
We must beware belittling imagination, which brings with it the ganger of the acousmatic life – the one spoken over us from out of the frame:
‘All of us have to learn how to invent our lives, make them up, imagine them. We need to be taught these skills; we need guides to show is how. Without them, our lives get made up for us by other people.’^
(*From John O’Donohue’s Eternal Echoes.)
(**From James Carse’s Finite and Infinite Games.)
(^From Ursula Le Guin’s Words Are My Matter.)
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