In search of lost creativity … Not for nothing if creativity, like Proust’s madeleines, has a taste of childhood.
Ah! When we were toddlers, we competed spontaneity, energy and inventiveness. “Bluffing, they are, these children,” we tell ourselves, envying their ability to recharge their batteries and ease disconcerting to be invented.
“There is no chance,” said Raffaella...
by Margie Wiget