Bumped into this photo today and it made me laugh! At the height of Blair’s Creative Britain, I was asked at an interview ‘What does creativity mean to you?’ or something like that – it caused me a great deal of anxiety and I answered it badly. It’s something I often dwell on – how funny that I had made this little painting asking the same question back at Reading! Still don’t know the answer and maybe I’m glad that I don’t.
I’m pretty sure there isn’t an answer. Or perhaps it would be unwise to answer without a psychologist present.
Ha yeah – either that or it means your a bit of a ****? That’s my excuse for being such a pathetic excuse…