September 29, 2010

Oh Creative One, it seems that this week has a theme and the theme is permission. I did as I told and laid down the want to make, do, and mend. I found the very words I needed a few days later and they formed a paragraph that delighted me. So now, I’m finding the very clothes that give me undefinable power. I’m donning my twinkly poufy dress and finding my magic wand – I think I left it in the dirty clothes pile spontaneously growing in the closet. (Make note, never leave laundry in the dark. It gets up to the equivalent of tawdry sex in the textile world.) There! I’m dressed and ready. Are you?

Delicious Creative One! I now grant you the permission to become consumed, subsumed even by your art. Five minutes? An hour? A day? A month? Do what you can and what you must to be absorbed in your art for as long as you need. Ting! (or whatever sound you think my retrieved wand should make when bestowing permission upon your lovely self)


knock, knock, knock

September 28, 2010

Oh Creative One! It seems as soon as I turn my back, lay down the search, quit asking for a poem or sentence or story to visit me – that’s exactly when one comes thumping on my door. I’m caught without a pen, without paper, without a computer, and often with a delightfully demanding child in tow. Sigh. Regardless, it visits and I’m always thankful for the chance to catch it.

Gridlocked Creative One! I release you! I give you permission not to create. Not to want. Not to search. Completely ignore that desire to create. It might take a while for some creative need to visit you. Be patient. Tell me what comes knocking…

It’s electric.

September 27, 2010

Oh Creative One, I’m trying to fit in a re-write of my novel in about 2 hours a few mornings every week whilst my daughter is in nursery school. Then, our day tumbles on without much chance to stop and write anymore, no matter what I try to do or control. I’ve only got a few weeks of this left as I will be giving birth to babe #3, if all goes well, in February, 2011. But, though I’d love more time in front of the computer, I’m finding that I like the outside influences too. I like how the weather and the chance to wax homesick affects my work. I really don’t mind it so much and am actually thankful for a life beyond my tightly sprung brain.

Focused Creative One! Get off your computer. Leave your easel or your throwing wheel. Get outside. Chat it up with an acquaintance whilst your work hums in your heart. Use all the awareness and gifts you’ve been giving to take it in this very moment without your computer.

trust me

September 24, 2010

Oh Creative One, I’ve got the chance to help a friend with a writing project. It is really exciting for me. I’m thrilled that she asked. The project is neat. I’m set to start and then. Then. Well, then. Then. I get afraid. Afraid of what? That I won’t perform as she thinks I can. That I will make her cross if my preference clashes with hers. That even if she finds what I do suitable for the project, it won’t be interesting to its audience. The fear is nearly smothering.

Fretful Creative One! I wish I could just take all your fears away and put them in a jar high up on a shelf. But, I also, deeply respect that those fears are a part of who you are. So, simply a reminder. A reminder to trust your creative interests. A reminder to trust your creative community. A reminder to trust the thrill of being asked to contribute to something larger. I’m glad you’re here.


September 23, 2010

Oh Creative One, here is the edited list of the things I did today. I gestated, wrote, chatted, colored, dreamed, shopped, played, cooked, ate, knit, kissed, and hugged. I, throughout my childhood and even now, get trapped in the belief that I must focus. If I could only focus, then my creative life would unfold. But here’s the thing, it’s a lie. My creative life continues to unfold and it is interesting and stimulating and amazing.

Multi-talented Creative One! Take on as many creative tasks as you enjoy. You are so very, very talented and I am so interested in what you find stimulating.

Quite Interesting

September 21, 2010

Oh Creative One, my son got a pair of binoculars this weekend. Everything must be viewed through them. Me, the cars outside, the television, his sandwich for lunch. Everything must be viewed through the binoculars. When I asked him why he liked doing that, he shrugged. He gave me the binoculars and told me to look and then said, “See, all the bits. It makes it quite interesting.” It is quite British to use the word quite when 5 years old and I worry that he will be beat up on an American playground for using this word when we return to the States. But, I also veer towards being delightfully neurotic and that is a topic for another post.

Carefree Creative One! You thought you were done, didn’t you? You thought that painting or poem or story or vase you made off in the corner was done. But no, it’s not because I’m asking you to take a look at its most boring part. The part that is fine, but not as sparkly as the rest. Take a drafting sheet or another piece of clay or whatever and view that boring part as if through binoculars. Blow it up large and see what you find. Pretend you are Georgia O’Keefe painting a flower close-up. There is plenty of room for mistakes as this is only a draft. But, do go exploring with binoculars. I bet what you find is actually quite interesting.


September 20, 2010

Oh Creative One, check out The Guardian’s interview with Kellis last week. There are a number of parts I was thankful that she said. The most interesting, as far as our musings go, is this: “… an artist is allowed on occasion, to suck. And I put myself in that category because I sometimes suck…I’m not trying to please the masses.”

Terribly Lovely Creative One! Here is a reminder that you might make some very horrible stuff. You might, on occasion, make something so awful that you wish the ground would swallow you whole and spit you out as an entirely different, gasp, even non-creative, person. You could make something that bad. I have. But, that’s part of it isn’t it? Wonderful beauty in your humanity. Make your mistakes. Go on, as long as you are bringing as much of your self as you can to the table, make your mistakes. Don’t try to please the masses. Just make your art. I’ll be glad you’re around regardless of the outcome and happy to help you move on if it sucks.

thrill me

September 17, 2010

Oh Creative One! I’ve been thinking loads about likes and dislikes. What works and does not work. I’m thinking about it because I would like for an agent to “like” my work. To say “Yes – we will have you as one of ours.” But then it starts to get messy, creating for others when you don’t know the others and you can’t find the link between your work and their likes or even their industry’s needs.

Needed Creative One! Really, preference has nothing to do with it at this point does it? What help would it be, really, to know that someone liked your work? Or disliked it for that matter? It might feel good or feel like crud. But, remember that person might not like your backpack, or your underwear, or the sandwich you made for lunch either. Preference is just that, preference and it’s not helpful while you are working. You are a creative. What matters are the descriptions of your work. It matters if the blue you chose does its job, not if someone likes blue. Keep at it. It thrills me that you’re here. Have a good weekend and know that I find your work necessary.

Go on!

September 16, 2010

Oh Creative One! I am reading “Winnie the Pooh – The Complete Collection of Stories and Poems” to my littles just before bed. Here is a quote from Chapter Nine within “House at Pooh Corner.” ” Because Poetry and Hums aren’t tings which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.”

Adored Creative One – Go then and let these poems and hums find you. If you get lonely, I will always and happily accompany you.

lil’ un

September 15, 2010

Oh Creative One! I saw one of us today on the subway. She was with her teenage friends. I knew it was one of us right away. As the other giggled and talked at each other and over each other and through each other, she noticed. She noticed the mum dozing in the corner with her daughter. She noticed the business man with excema on his hands. She dressed just a bit off kilter, but without blaring buttons or clothing yelling her creative status. She had a confidence that she was quite capable of seeing without screaming her unique self. While she contributed to her friends’ babbling, she was also clearly waiting for something beyond the desire to get off the train.  Granted, I may be biased. I liked her. She noticed my children and had a patient conversation with my son while he explained how to play snooker with golf clubs if you get bored waiting for your dad on the golf course.

Beloved Creative One! You are a part of a community. When you see a young one, say hello. Be patient with their youth. Be thankful for the company. Bring this gratitude to your work. I’m so glad you’re around.