To my artist brain?

This is what I want to know.

I’m convinced we all start out with the ability to be hugely creative—and then, something happens.

I don’t know what.

Maybe an art teacher laughs at a drawing.  Maybe we make too early comparisons between our own lopsided clay pots and the Ming vases we see in museums.  Maybe we just get too caught up in linear thinking to make the leaps and connections required for innovation.

Something happens, though.

Usually, I think of myself as moderately creative.  I have had some success with writing.  I did recently discover a heretofore underestimated aptitude for drawing.

But then I see something like this:

And I wonder.