It is in the categorisation and projection of a taxonomy of types, of the identification and overlay of social or economic roles and hierarchically-ordered personality or cognitive kind, that we assert creativity as being a rare orchid not attainable by all, some strange nebula or artefact of uncommon insight and inductive intuition that is always “other”, “over there”, a property or possession of creative “types”. We are all creative, it is how intelligence, sentience and self-organising emergent complexity functions, at base.
Much might me made of the manifold ways that through our institutions, our organisations, our vocationally-oriented educational paradigms, the ways that in narrowing focus towards a precise mission or discrete constraint, we inhibit the endemic creative aptitude of material, biological, cognitive and cultural systems that flows through us, as us.
We are all creative already; it is the meat grinder of conventional wisdom and a blindly-repetitive, continuity-seeking uniformity which drains this innate, living, exploratory talent from us.
We are all, each and every one of us, “creative types”.