Just to recap: Season 1 opened with Continue reading “Welcome to Season 4”
Back from vacation, with my brain as slow as a lime in an oceanside cerveza. Only now can I see how much my mind works overtime. Like the 405 freeway every brain lane is full, with thoughts honking and swerving to pass each other, overloading themselves to get into that carpool lane and move.
But now, clear air. Wide open country lanes are few but free, ideas fueling the engine to get things in motion.
The freedom comes NOT from multi-multi-multi-tasking, not from getting it all done so that it would be all done.
Instead: Continue reading “Breathing Still”
Some days I want to stay inside the house, inside myself, like Emily Dickinson. It’s all too fuzzy to bring out into the light.
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To Tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
But somehow tucked away inside that 1860’s Massachusetts home she dared the gap between herself and her paper.
Sparking from the paper to the world, was for her, too wide a gap, and I can quite see why – Continue reading “The Writer’s Hammer”
It’s been a stretch of formlessness creatively, waiting for change to spark. More creative input than output. After writing about and for change, it’s been good to drop the agenda and just breathe.
It could seem empty unless I close my eyes and see the change already at work, hovering over the waters.
Inhale, exhale. Continue reading “The Hovering”
The faces stare me down with unbalanced eyes and colors swirling. Fixed on a museum canvas, only imagination could add to Van Gogh’s story of their lives. Until last night, Continue reading “Loving Vincent”
What I learned in a watercolor class that was so good, I knew immediately that I had to drop the class and not go back:
There are four keys to being a good artist, he told us, swooshing his brush across the cotton paper. He painted much faster than he spoke.
Learn to use your medium: how to mix, how it meets the paper – this would be the first step.
Standing at his camera tripod-turned-easel, working left to right, he painted the sky in less than a minute. It looked scattered and messy, like a child’s first attempt at Chinese characters.
Step 2: Continue reading “Letting Go”
In my campaign for creativity, I’m lobbying myself to move the creative processing outside my head and into the world. I wrote about shedding a fear of failure, and capturing creative energy as ideas rush in and out like the tides. Sometimes we need a push to get an idea out into the world, especially when complicating factors like pride get in the way. Continue reading “Creating Competitively?”