What eloquent epitaph can you give for something that became more than you ever dreamed it would be? That gave you not only purpose but joy, and lifelong friends, and an uncomfortably detailed understanding of the moist inner workings of every kind of porn you have never before had the opportunity to imagine?
The Cre-Ate-Ive began as a desire to give the fandom an incentive to create art and stories and all other endeavors of imagination and talent. Like a brightly-lit pub on a dark street we wanted to open up a safe warm place where everyone could sit and listen to stories or to tell them, to both share and inspire creation. So that’s what we did, for a little while.
It’s hard to move on, though we all agree it’s time.
As I look around one last time at the cold fire, the tidy chairs and tables, the mongoose chewing on… something… in the corner by the kitchen, I’m struck again by the sense of possibility. The creation of art doesn’t end with its own creation. It is a self-propagating seed into the fertile earth of the mind. When we turn out the lights, something will always be growing in the dark.
And on the turning of the key in the lock, and the opening of the door, in a year, or in a decade, what will have flourished here?
Everything must come to an end, whether we want it or not, whether we choose it, or the circumstances choose for us. When we started the adventure that this has been for us in an innocent tweet between a few fellow writers, we were definitely not thinking about the ending. Nor when we went from wanting to organize an event solely for us, to want to reach more and more Fannibals. Not even when some of us met in person in conventions, or when we met so so many fellow creators, and fans, and the cast and crew, who were so supportive… And definitely not when, after years after the cancellation of the show, creators kept overwhelming us with both the quality and the quantity of their contributions, and people kept amazing us with the response to those contributions, to the events, etc. We definitely didn’t think of the end during all those times… but real life is messy, it’s complicated and it gets even more so with time. And so with the deepest sadness in our hearts, we must announce that this is the end of the road for the Creative. Maybe not forever… but definitely for now.
Many friends have been a part of the “staff” of the Creative, some have been part of it since the beginning, some had to leave at some point for the same reasons listed above, but each single person will forever be part of the Pub’s history, so thank you to every single member.
There have been even more artists who, throughout the years, have collaborated with us and helped us with their beautiful, beyond amazing banners for each event. To each and every one of you: thank you.
There have been even more incredibly talented people who have participated in the events. From artists, writers, song writers or knitters. To each and every single one of you: THANK YOU.
And to you, who are reading this. Thank you for the support. Thank you for sharing a tweet. Thank you for encouraging the artists, writers, etc. Thank you.
Keep writing, keep drawing, keep composing, keep sketching, keep editing videos, keep editing pictures, keep making art through food… keep creating, and don’t let anyone put any limits to your creativity.
To properly say goodbye, we will be announcing a new and final event in the next few days. We hope you will come to dine with us for the last fe(a)st…
