WE HAD A DOOR
9/13/2008
0043
It's beautiful how much time presents itself when you're not attached in those things we call relationships. I'm finding that truly being myself for the first time in years is rather lovely and lonely. People respond so much more favorably to individuality but aren't quite sure what to do with it. Truth be told, I'm still feeling it out myself. At the very least, I know not to waste energy on people and things that aren't 'it'. People respond to that as well.
I took a pottery class in high school. Anything my mother didn't manage to claim as her own I threw in the garbage. I'm in the process of deciding what that says about my character. I've discarded everything I've ever made with only one marked exception. I make things not for the end product but for the process of creation. I don't understand art. I like to look at it and ponder, but that I'm not one to judge a thing. An artist is one that desires creation for the sake of creation. Expression in some form or another with no thought of the opinion of others. Perhaps because I viewed art from the perspective of a spectator, not involved in the process, as an outsider, I wasn't ever able to grasp 'art'. Sometimes I make things just to make them. Not with the intention of making art. But out of some desire to move my hands, ease my eyes, just sooth my senses to the tune and rhythm of the brew stirring inside of me. Something to give meaning to what's inside - creation as an impulse. Is art an impulse? The best art is an impulse. The only art. What, then, is there to make of inspiration, of the muse.
Inspiration is what stirs the pot. The muse is what creates those feelings to be translated into artistic expression. Feelings that spur the impulse of creation. I make things and I throw them away. An artist displaying in galleries has more guts or more pride than I'll ever pretend. They show for appreciation of their impulse, of the inside brew of their soul. They don't care about those who don't 'get' it, they only feel for those who feel something, who appreciate, or rather, those who simply accept. Accept a most raw expression of self. Not a judgement, but a neutral acknowledgement of another's expression. An artist does not look for positive feedback, but passive acceptance. Discarded art is art with no known acceptable audience. Choice of recipient is as much an impulse as the creation. Simply put, endlessly meaningful
The album leaf - enchanted hill
0043
It's beautiful how much time presents itself when you're not attached in those things we call relationships. I'm finding that truly being myself for the first time in years is rather lovely and lonely. People respond so much more favorably to individuality but aren't quite sure what to do with it. Truth be told, I'm still feeling it out myself. At the very least, I know not to waste energy on people and things that aren't 'it'. People respond to that as well.
I took a pottery class in high school. Anything my mother didn't manage to claim as her own I threw in the garbage. I'm in the process of deciding what that says about my character. I've discarded everything I've ever made with only one marked exception. I make things not for the end product but for the process of creation. I don't understand art. I like to look at it and ponder, but that I'm not one to judge a thing. An artist is one that desires creation for the sake of creation. Expression in some form or another with no thought of the opinion of others. Perhaps because I viewed art from the perspective of a spectator, not involved in the process, as an outsider, I wasn't ever able to grasp 'art'. Sometimes I make things just to make them. Not with the intention of making art. But out of some desire to move my hands, ease my eyes, just sooth my senses to the tune and rhythm of the brew stirring inside of me. Something to give meaning to what's inside - creation as an impulse. Is art an impulse? The best art is an impulse. The only art. What, then, is there to make of inspiration, of the muse.
Inspiration is what stirs the pot. The muse is what creates those feelings to be translated into artistic expression. Feelings that spur the impulse of creation. I make things and I throw them away. An artist displaying in galleries has more guts or more pride than I'll ever pretend. They show for appreciation of their impulse, of the inside brew of their soul. They don't care about those who don't 'get' it, they only feel for those who feel something, who appreciate, or rather, those who simply accept. Accept a most raw expression of self. Not a judgement, but a neutral acknowledgement of another's expression. An artist does not look for positive feedback, but passive acceptance. Discarded art is art with no known acceptable audience. Choice of recipient is as much an impulse as the creation. Simply put, endlessly meaningful
The album leaf - enchanted hill