Talking to Myself

Side Effects

“You Can’t Take This Away”is the title of the poem I shared in my last post, but I think the statement might have something to do with why we create art. Even when the words are written on a napkin that gets thrown away, when the drawing gets covered with paint, when the photo never… Read More Side Effects

Talking to Myself

Outlines

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I just realized that my poetry breakthrough came about when I internalized the notion that verse employs metaphor to sketch outlines of an idea, using as few words as are necessary. Prose, on the other hand, fleshes things out, using as many words… Read More Outlines

Talking to Myself

What’s the Rush?

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• I picked up The War of Art again. On page 7, Pressfield writes: Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It’s a repelling force. It’s negative.… Read More What’s the Rush?

Talking to Myself

Back to the Scales

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• My desk and my mind get fuller and fuller, but I keep adding books to both. Every now and again, I feel a pang of desperation, thinking I need to finish something! But isn’t that the lie? Isn’t that the old whisper about… Read More Back to the Scales

Talking to Myself

My Little Life of Luxury

•••Each day is new, with no mistakes in it. Take a picture.••• My creative life seems to generally be a near-constant attempt to find the right balance between input and output. Unfortunately, things have long been off-kilter. Photos languish on my hard drive, art journals seldom get opened, canvases are never touched, and the impulse… Read More My Little Life of Luxury