Technology: Boosting or Killing Creativity?

There has always been a huge debate over technology in every aspect of life. Each day we see new and wonderful things being done with computers, and we are well on our way to those futuristic houses some of us dreamed about as children. Will we, one day, see entire buildings set up that look very similar to, say, Tony Stark’s house in Iron Man? Maybe one day we’ll even see a TARDIS type device like in Doctor Who?

One thing has me wondering, however. With as great as technology is, how helpful is it to the creative aspect of society?

On the one hand, you have many more outlets in which you can channel your creative side. Video games are seeing graphics upgrades that can fool the average on looker into believing they are watching real people rather than a game. Videos can be posted to Youtube that could make you the next big internet sensation. Musical instruments are seeing upgrades as well. This very blog I am writing is proof of modern technology at its finest, seeing as how I am typing on a laptop. Let’s not forget paint sets, pencils, pencil sharpeners, and cameras. .

It’s true that, in the world we live in, we can do more in shorter time periods with far less hassle. Instead of taking weeks to create you own paints, build your own brushes, and days to paint the perfect picture, we can simply walk to the nearest hobby store, or snap a picture with a digital DSLR camera.

In quite a number of ways, we are seeing more artistic flares than before. But has the modern era taken away some of the joy and passion?

For example: In ye olde dark times, a person had to be quite dedicated if they wanted to create something.. There was no photoshop option. Dedicated painters had to really stick to it in order to create a masterpiece. Not only did they have to stay dedicated to it, and determined, but they had to find a way to make their materials last. Think of how many beautiful paintings that are now lost to history. Think of how many great artists there were that we just don’t know about now. On top of building your own tools to use for the projects at hand, timing had to be perfect, etc. Even something as simple as weather patterns can be (somewhat) predicted ahead of schedule.

I bring you now to the point of movies and theatre. Growing up where I did, theatre was not a big aspect of society, but going to see the latest Blockbuster hit was. Movies are the modern day equivalent of a trip to the Globe in many cases. Even the beauty of CGI, and other special effects, can take away some of the talent of acting. Silent movies are often described as being very dramatic, and there is a reason for that. They could not speak, and they were forced to rely on merely their body language to convey the points they were trying to make, while still being entertaining to the viewers. We move later into the cheesy 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s with special effects that were, at times, just laughable. The blood was obviously fake, strings and wires were obvious. I will not lie, I still enjoy sitting down and watching a good black and white movie from time to time, and I REALLY enjoy a good Vincent Price movie. I’ve totally digressed, but I’m working my way back towards my point. The actors had to rely on pure talent, and had to really work to make you believe that a man had just turned into a bat before your eyes, or something such as. Now… Whatever the actors can’t do, they just add it in later via computer graphics. Actors do not have to do nearly as much work now as far as acting is concerned, but have now had to learn how to read lines while interacting with strange green screens. 
Don’t get me wrong! I love a lot of movies that are heavy on the CGI! Um, hello? Thor? The Avengers? My favorite show is Doctor Who and that just SCREAMS CGI.

Books! Oh how books have suffered. Call me old fashioned, but I still love the feeling of a book in my hands. I love the smell, the feel of the crisp pages flipping beneath my thumbs, etc. I do have an eReader though, for convenience. But how many times have you heard “Eh, who needs to read the book, the movie is coming out next month.” I want to slap everyone who says this. I truly do. There is something so different about being lost in the world of a book, and it is an experience you can only relate to if you’ve ever read a really good book.

Movies, and even eReaders, have killed books to a certain degree. Everything is turning digital now, and pretty soon hardcover books will be considered antiques (I do have a few old books, one of them is nearly a hundred years old. And I am SO proud of it. Unrelated, but I had to add it here).

Backing up for a moment to the theatre/movie point. Actors! Poor actors. Once upon a time you had to be a sensational actor to even be known in your own town. Thanks to television, you can know be a household name! Those this has many benefits, such as monetarily speaking, there are also a lot of downfalls. I once remember hearing an actor, when asked how he was adjusting to his new found fame, state “I quite like it, but simple things like going to the shops for milk are totally different experiences now.”

For my final point, I’ll discuss writing in general. First you had to make the paper/stone/etc you were going to write on. Then you had to make the utensil you were going to use to write with. Then we were upgraded to typewriters. For the record, I still own a typewriter. It’s an automatic one, so that is sort of depressing, but it is a typewriter nonetheless. I love it. But anyway, we saw typewriters give way to other things before finally: computers. Don’t like computers? You can pop down to your local store and purchase pens, pencils, sharpeners, etc. It is quite easy now.

But is easy best? That’s the real question. How much art floating about on the internet now would we see if we were all required to use the “old fashioned” way of creating? Would the caliber of what we see change? What I mean is….the quantity is up, but is the quality up to par?

One of the biggest issues I have is how much we have taken humanity out of the society. Instead of talking to humans, we are talking to robots when we call numbers. So much is automated now! We can hide behind our computer screens and say whatever we’d like, because we have the ability to hide behind anonymity. It is easy to forget that the person you are speaking to online is, in fact, a human being.

I don’t know. I have mixed emotions (as you can see) regarding technology and art in general.

Ironically what sparked this particular post was I was trying to log into WordPress to type out a blog for everyone. My computer was running incredibly slowly. By the time I battled with my computer to log in, then battled with the browser to open, and finally made it to WordPress, I had managed to forget what I wanted to write about due to frustration. Cue thinking back to the old days.

There is no doubt, when discussing the modern age, that many pros and cons exist. I suppose we should all be thankful, at least, that people are taking more of an interest in the workings that lie within the often times dark and twisted right brain.

We can only sit back, watch, and wait to see what the future holds.

Letter to Myself

On February 4, 2013, one of my favorite authors began a project where he proceeded to ask his twitter followers a variety of different questions for each month of the year. I decided to participate, and posted a few of my own answers here and there when I could come up with something worthwhile to mention. At first I thought it was just a fun little game, but the more I started reading the responses other people were submitting, I began to realize just how serious this was. (For information on this particular project, visit: http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2013/02/a-very-late-blog-about-trying-to-make.html)

Some of the questions were just for fun, but others were truly soul-searching. I wanted to reach through my computer screen on many separate occasions and hug some of the people who responded. For twelve hours, I felt a connection to complete strangers that I might never have experienced otherwise. I laughed with people, cried with people, from all over the world. I’m not sure Neil Gaiman ever intended to have such a reaction from his followers, but it is quite obvious that he received it nevertheless.

It was quite exciting watching all of the months pass by, reading all of the responses as they trickled in. The last question, however, was probably the most heart wrenching…

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Seems like a simple enough question considering we have all lost someone that we would give anything in this world to see again. There were the typical answers you would expect to see in response to such a question (Typical, but still important to the equation), some had me staring at the screen with a wide open jaw, thinking “Wow… Perhaps my life isn’t so bad after all…” But some of the answers had me pondering….to the point that I’ve had this thought worm chewing on my brain for four days now…

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Not only did these two answers in particular make me rethink my own answer (I said I wanted to see my best friend again who passed away before I could tell her goodbye), but it made me start reevaluating my own past. If I had a time machine, there would be a lot I would go back to tell myself. Admittedly I probably wouldn’t listen anyway, but I would at least try. For three days I pondered this… if I could go back…. what would I say?

I came up with the idea somewhere in the course of the past few days that I was going to sit down and write a letter to myself naming off a variety of things I would tell my past self if given the opportunity, but then realized I could make it bigger than that. I could make this a yearly project all my very own. As life goes on, we are all guilty of being caught up in the swing of things, of taking the little things for granted, and of not appreciating what we should in the time before it is lost. As each year passes, I want to write a letter to myself as a way to realize perhaps things aren’t as bad as I thought they were. A way to pull out the positive, so to speak.

Dear Younger Self,

Your mother and father don’t always know how to tell you, but they do love you. They are trying their best for you, even if there were always better options. Don’t hold so much against them, because that will drive a huge wedge between you that you will never be able to pull out.

I know you feel alone, and scared, but believe me when I say you are anything but alone. There are so many people in the world who know exactly what you are going through. Cutting is not the answer… All you are going to do is leave scars all over your body that you will have to answer for later. And you will. Trust me, you will. After a while you’ll begin to run out of excuses and, upon the inquirer the truth, you will receive pity. You don’t want pity, do you? Not to mention, they are going to serve as constant reminders each time you pull your sleeve up, and you’ll never forget just how much pain you were in.

I know you think suicide is the only way out, but I’m here to tell you that if you die, you will miss out on so much. You’ll meet some of the best people in the world. Put that bottle of pills down, put the razorblade away. It does get better from here, you just have to keep your head up and believe in yourself.

Stop spending all of your money trying to impress your friends and pay for your boyfriend’s stuff. You’re only 16, and he’s a grown man, he can do it himself. And if he can’t, then he needs to grow up as well. If your friends cannot be your friends when you do not have money, then they aren’t worth keeping around.

Learn to stand up for yourself. You will get so much more accomplished if you stop letting people take advantage of you. I realize you are trying to see the good in everyone, and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but sometimes there just is no good to find. Hold those that love you regardless of what you have to offer closer, because in the end, those are the only ones who will stick around.

Don’t worry about those miscarriages you had, my darling. Soon you will be graced with the most beautiful baby girl you’ve ever seen in your life, and she will become your entire world. Please don’t give up hope, and stop thinking that you won’t be able to have children. She’s truly wonderful, let me just say that.

Don’t allow yourself to be pressured into marriage. Do not settle. Period. But at the same time you need to learn how to compromise a bit better. The relationships you were in were doomed to fail, you could not have helped that, but good things did come from them.

Stop letting the fears from your fast get in the way of your future. Your friends, your lovers, and your family cannot undo what has been done, and though they want to help you it is not fair to force the burden of your past onto them. What I mean is: The past is the past, the future is the future. Learn from your mistakes, but do not let them dictate your every move. You’re going to lose a lot of friends and learn this the hard way, but it is a valuable life lesson that you’ll carry with you from that point on.

Don’t ever start smoking. Seriously. You’ll become addicted to the habit, you’ll be irritable without it, and you’re going to miss out on a LOT. Yes, that means you lose your excuse to leave a crowded room when you want, but the benefits outweigh the sacrifices.

Remember that book you were trying to right in your senior year of high school? Guess what? I finished it. It isn’t published yet, but the people who have read it thoroughly enjoyed it. You’re a great, and talented writer even if you do not yet see it. Trust me though, you will.

And finally, love yourself. Love yourself more and more every day. Do not rely on the words of others. Compliments are one thing, but if you know you have a talent, don’t wait for someone to tell you they enjoy it. You’ll get nowhere. You could have joined choirs, you could have joined writing groups, so much could have been done with your life if you’d just stop letting the opinions of others rule your life. You’re beautiful, wonderful, and talented, and it is perfectly okay to accept that and believe it.

Love always,

Your future self…

P.S. Seriously what kind of drugs were you on when you thought your handwriting was legible? Start writing clearly and NOT IN SHORT HAND if you want me to remember the notes you wrote me. Thank you.