
Communication Arts Senior Capstone
Redeeming Creativity
SHORT FILM - SENIOR CAPSTONE
Is creativity something learned? Taught? Earned? Bought? Is it an innate characteristic we all carry? Or is it a gift reserved for the few with “artistic talent” or a knack for performance? Creativity has been twisted and misdefined by culture as something only accessible for those who are naturally gifted in their human strength. But from a Kingdom perspective, there is an alternative reality with the power to unlock divine solutions in our world. Leading us on a journey from the garden to the grave, Redeeming Creativity seeks to restore our perspective on creativity using video arts. It illustrates that redeeming creativity requires a returning to and tending to the garden of our memories—remembering our design as image bearers of God the Creator. And as we deal with our mental landscape, our work on physical landscapes start to reflect that.

Script:
In the beginning
God created.
And in our beginning, we created too.
We performed
we played
we made art
and many messes
There was something of a freedom that we shared,
an ability to laugh without fear
We gave ourselves permission to be weird
and make mistakes
So what happened?
When did we grow
self-absorbed by the mirror?
Why do we fear to pick up the pen?
The one the Gardner gave us
to write the names of the animals
to tend His land?
We were designed for Eden:
creativity’s birthplace;
to walk with our Father
to live as co-creators
curious, unafraid
Perhaps it wasn’t fear to pick up the pen
that took us out of the garden
but the distraction of our own desire, twisted
with deception from the liar, displacing
the purpose of the pen
for our own glorification instead
of the divine invitation
we were made for.
Tempter tricks us to sign
our names, taking credit
for what we didn’t make,
marking our making with shame
and we’re all to blame
Perhaps this concern for our power and image
is the lie that left us convinced we were naked
It led us to hiding
to trash our ideas
our plans
Now we don’t play with color, or risks, or with crayons;
We methodize perfection to an unreachable standard
reserved for the few
with the talent
and rather
than leaning on the creativity and
might of our Maker,
we build ourselves towers
to prove ourselves greater
Brick by brick, bending
God’s arm for intervention,
we try to steal glory for what we
never invented
Have we forgotten the language
of love that first made us?
to partner with Him as He authors creation?
We were given a pen, yet
we laugh
in the face
of the fools
and the young
we sit in cubicles, paralyzed
by Babble’s self-deprecating tongue
What we can see
was not made
of what is visible
So nothing we make by ourselves is original
We’re made for reordering
His grace is restoring
and we all play a part in His beautiful story
Perhaps creativity
is not found,
taught,
earned or bought
But its in our very nature
fashioned by our Creator
when we live in His likeness and
reject man-made favor
God came down from glory
to rewrite the story with His
blood, poured out
hyssop ink; He authored
love
buried our debt
rose us up from the dead
making a garden of the grave;
a new dwelling place
the one we were all designed for:
His grace
So why do we keep putting on the old rags?
and wiping our face with ashes?
We sit in our hiding place and tell
our inner child:
“Keep quiet”
Did we not hear Him say,
“Talitha Cumi?”
“My child, arise?”
Perhaps we weren’t just given a pen
but rather, we are one
and he’s begging to use us
to sign his name, to start a new page
and bring kingdom solutions
By His hand
Are we willing to take risks
to look foolish, naive?
Will we not take offense
but choose to believe
we were made for a garden.
We were made for a garden
and I’m beginning to see
He’s building it here
and now
with us
restoring Eden
redeeming creativity
unlocking the children
He made us to be