We begin by thinking deeply about spirals. How can we use the metaphor of the Fibonacci Spiral as a way to explore our relationship between who we are as writers and what we are writing?
This is for anyone who wants to be more creative.
Where do spirals take you? How do they appear in your life?
This video introduces the metaphor of the Fibonacci Spiral. Learning and writing are connected. When we become better learners, we can become better creators (writers, artists, performers, etc.).
This isn’t the place where most artsy courses start. When I’ve been the student in the past, we usually start with examining the work of Masters. Sometimes we start with talking about craft (elements of story or syntax) or practicing techniques.
What if our learning looked more like poetry?
This work starts with you. We are going to move through ideas in a non-linear way. Find yourself in Fibonacci’s spiral.
What does your spiral look like? Consider what we can learn from spirals in nature.
Explore some questions in your notebook:
- What are you hoping to learn?
- How do you learn best?
- What is the relationship between the creator in you and the learner in you? Have those two selves met? If so, how?
- How are things going with your creativity?
- What is your present situation?
- If you were to use the Fibonacci Spiral as a map, showing where you are today and where you want to be in a year from now with your projects, what would it look like?
- Find an image of a spiral in nature to post by your workspace.
- In your notebook, compare and contrast the learner and the writer/creator in you.
- Free-write for at least ten minutes about spirals. Let it take you anywhere.
- Do you want to read more about spirals? Click here.
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars, the stars form a circle…and in the centre we dance.”Rumi
Eight Life Spirals
By Jessica Outram
What if time goes sideways
sunflower seeds glow and stretch
Fibonacci gold shines from inside
fingerprint gateways to anywhere
dip below water and memory
tableaux to make me whole
until swallowed by
afraid around empty globes
beneath labyrinth’s lavender
I pray for story stones
galaxies of before and after
lost in my arts
I weave baskets
beside the river
whirlpool of rules
wilt or drown
and then make something new
knowing I am
love on two wheels
energy cycle repeat