Ever wonder if people gathered around cave paintings of elk, and appreciated the lightness of the artist’s brushstroke?
Um, no. Me either, most likely, people stared at the painting and devised a thought, how to get the elk. Survival in those times of darkness, fueled by fear and hunger, required creative imagination, a thought. What to use and how to make a tool, the precursor of our modern technology.
From sharpened flint stones to steel to the Digital Age; the spark of an idea fed our ancestors, sheltered them and eventually helped us to defy the laws of gravity.
The really great technology creates an entire ecosystem, like bees pollinate flowers. One thing leads to another, to another… from transportation to education to healthcare. And just as the flower needs that honey bee, inventive technology needs creativity.
Without creativity there would be no inventions, and without innovation our inventions would become stale and cracked. Like rubber, first used for automobile tires, until innovation came along and used it for a sneaker. That got us up and running; jogging for a healthy heart, which led to better health awareness, which led to a fitness economy that continues to boom. Why else are we wearing Fitbits?
There are a lot of people in this world who are extremely good at inventing things, call them scientists. But that doesn’t make them good at identifying alternative uses for their inventions. People who are good at designing mechanical things, call them engineers aren’t necessarily good at marketing their designs. But a graphic artist helps and just like that, so on and so forth, one person to another to another, and social media helps.
Sometimes we’ll see a line of people standing in a museum, staring at a painting. I wonder if they see technology?
Art calls on our imagination, we become transfixed. Studying the way light dances across the canvas, a thin line made from a sable hair paint brush. Still art, the artist’s own tools in shadow, her palette held at an angle… A heavy dotted pink chrysanthemum and her perspective of a bumblebee’s wings moving, barely there…
I wonder… without art where would we be?