Not all creativity deserves expression. Editing passionate inspiration with the instinct of a formed aesthetic is a necessary filtering of the creative impulse.
Few young artists understand the temptation of false creativity masking itself as inventive genius — but the experienced eye, the fruitful expectation, and the worthy gut — are all necessary temperers against the custodial harm perpetrated by the purposefully indecent and the eternally unrecognized obscene in the name of True Art.
The brightest indicator of a false creativity in need of extinction is when the artist claims no influence or historical presence in the inspiration of the creation. When there is no conflict of context, there can be no greater meaning.
There is no such thing as an original idea.
The only creative course of thought left to us is in the exploration of seemingly disassociated experiences twined together to sever common values — helping to break expectation with new exposition that has a predestined intellectual provenance.
We must not be fooled by the folly of the young creator mocking us for not understanding a genius that does not exist, and that falsity must never find meaningful purchase in the contemporary timeline of humankind.