It seems everybody is chasing Innovation. Everybody wants to Innovate. This is very exciting and thrilling. Yet, chasing and wanting innovation (or clutching… see my previous LinkedIn article; Clutching at Innovation) does not get you any closer to innovating.
The year is 1979, I am standing in the Nippon Shobukai dojo with 10 other Karate students awkwardly holding a six foot long wooden staff called a bo. Each of us are inwardly excited, yet outwardly trying to remain calm. We are all blue belts which means we are finally advanced enough to st
art practicing with weapons.
The New Mindset
“Creativity which underpins effective innovation cannot come from an old mindset. We need to rediscover the ‘True Essence of Innovation’; ‘The Creative’, to empower our individual and collective brilliance” PW
A few weeks ago I was invited into the office of a well known international business strategist to talk about innovation. We were catching up… Continue reading
The following is from a talk I gave at DuPage College in 2008 at a Wellness conference.
Seeing Deep into the Well of Wellness
How Shadow Sharpens Sight
We are bathed in Shadow at night. For years I painted into the early morning hours. I was empowered by the Dark Quiet while most everyone else was asleep. The quality of night can be so conducive and seductive for creativity. Continue reading
Twenty years ago I was living in Seattle, Supervising a sculpting facility for a former Karate student of mine. I was teaching private Karate lessons, studying Aikido at Emerald City Aikido, and painting and drawing late into the nights. A student at the dojo was also Continue reading
Something always comes before… Before I picked up a pencil or a brush, before I began calling myself an artist, before I really knew what the world was like, I had my Woods. These trees were the green security blanket cast upon the landscape of my childhood. I grew up in “the country”. Woods were broken only by
Here is the scene… I am pushing my Mother-in-Law in her wheelchair, it is the first really hot day of the year, surprisingly and thankfully late July, Rebecca; my partner, collaborator, comrade artist, is walking next to us carrying our increasingly tepid water. We are at the Denver Botanical Gardens, lumped together with