Questioning and boldness are essential parts of your journey into greater creativity. Claire Burge challenges you to develop these skills.
Where does a creativity book start? The best ones might begin in unexpected places. ‘Spin’ did.
Creativity is a fragile thing. It needs attention daily, without interruption. Claire Burge shares how to use lists to make this happen consistently every week.
Our creativity book is filled with stories, illustrations, and activities. And helpful organizing principles like How to Break Down a Large Creative Idea.
Creativity takes time to establish. It is a process, that needs to be undertaken time and again.
Nelson Mandela: what he started is not finished. I am thinking hard.
I nearly trip and fall into his house as soon as the door opens. The paving is uneven and I don’t factor this in as I ring the doorbell upon arrival. He is rather surprised by this strange woman looking at him and seemingly wanting to come into his house without even so much as […]
Tweetspeak introduces our first poetry workshop. Anne M. Doe Overstreet will take you through an 8- or 12-week workshop she titles ‘Writing Your Environment.’ Come and be enchanted.
Welcome into No 12 Lombard Street West where Paul and Alma live behind their slate grey Dublin door. Listen in as they spin stories with Claire Burge, rich in texture and history.
60 Lombard Street West is the first story in a series which will document the lives of the people behind the colourful doors of a Dublin suburb.
I moved to Dublin instead and discovered not only blue doors, but purple doors, red doors, yellow doors, grey doors, orange doors, pink doors, green doors … you name it and I will hazard a guess that I could find you a door painted in that exact colour. –Claire Burge shares about her adventures behind closed,colourful doors
i was blissfully unaware of the fact that people lived with music inside of them. it took falling in love to learn this life truth. he was angled and beautiful: tan skin, rippled with muscle curvature and dark curls that framed his strong jawline. the music inside of him spontaneously made its way out of […]
come a little closer, i want to seduce you. dip your bare hands into the paint barrels i have placed at your feet, at your sides, up ahead. lift your fingers to the earth blue sky and watch the oily liquid squirm, gravity its game. pull on that overall, flick the hairs of your brand […]
I want her in front of my lens I realise as we drive away. She is poetry in a body.
This feverish afternoon opened my heart to the magnificence of the human form: mostly the beauty of the female curve, the contours of her mountainous landscape. Recently, poetry re-awakened this for me, brought it into my present.
Instant has cheapened us. We need the forgotten process but we don’t know it. So I started capturing poetry, as a cathartic process.