On an Itch

Sometimes, I think nothing spawns creativity more effectively than other creativity. This Friday I had the privilege of seeing my dear friend Hannah's senior comprehensive which combined dance and a whole lot of other medium, lots of projections especially. It was astounding. I understood it perfectly and also not at all, which I think would please Hannah a great deal. However, perhaps the greatest thing about seeing it has been that ever since then I have had such a tremendous creative itch that refuses to be assuaged. Every time I scratch this itch, it seems to move to another region, so I am in this constant cycle of pain and desire and relief. It is terrible. And it is glorious.