Do your stats or likes influence the nature of your next post?
I was still ruminating over yesterday’s interview with artist Stuart Breidenstein. We had a great discussion on describing the artist’s life: creating art to fill orders, creating pieces to fill the store, finally creating art he’s interested and currently passionate about.
So my partner and I discussed the whole balancing act and then he brought up the idea that all artist (writers, jewelry designers, painters, musicians) have to make a choice: “Do I create what I want to create?” or “Do I create what I think others will like?”
My partner used the analogy of the window as art which allows insight to the artist’s soul and passions, independent of outside criticism. He suggested the mirror is a type of art which the artist creates so people will see themselves in it and like.
Since I’ve re-entered the bloggers’ world, I have to decide every day. Should I post things that I have a need to create and share? But what if I have no followers, no likes. Or should I post things I know my fellow bloggers would like? Creative versus commercialized art.
Is there a happy medium?
Posted in Art, Blogging tips, Creative writing, partners, truth, writing
Tagged art, artist's life, balance, blog tips, choices, commercialized art, followers, likes, mirror, passion, truth, window
There’s a cobbler in Italy, slightly slanted off the tourists’ path. He cobbles his shoes in the morning and plays his guitar in the afternoons. He leisurely goes inside when it’s time to resume work.
This story was told to me this morning in an interview I did with an artist in Bend, Oregon. The key word that I tripped over was “leisurely.” It’s how this artist defined success. Yes. As an artist and business owner you wear two hats: creator and manufacturer. Both are needed to survive.
But the ability to wear two hats, to take time off to swim in the lake or play guitar in the middle of your work day, could be a sure sign that one has reached success.
At least Adam had an excuse.
Eve to Adam:
“Does this leaf make my ass look fat?”
I’m sorry to leave you.
I just want you to know,
it wasn’t you.
Posted in Creative writing, fiction, Humor, love & relationships, Sass, Tall tales
Tagged break ups, creative writing, dear adam, goodbye, humor, letters, relationships
Time-weathered bamboo stalk.
Somewhere along our nightly rituals, my partner would kiss me and ask if I loved him today, which implies many undercurrents. Was I irritated with him, could there be something bothering me, or did I truly enjoy his presence in my life. Today.
“Yes. I love you. Today.” Or “I LOVE you today.”
Of course, some days: “No. Haven’t decided if I love you today” or just plain, “No. Not much.” On a white background, these words seem harsh, but it’s the tone and inside cue we’ve created to open up unpleasant conversations. I’m sure there are days when I’m not lovable either! (Very few though)
This dance reminds me to appreciate our love each day.
And once in a while, when you get an “I love you today and always”—Swoon. Love. Sigh.
I was asked to submit some advice for the new cohorts in my low-residency MFA in Creative Writing at OSU
Here was my advice to all the new incoming, aspiring writers:
Three words of wisdom: flutter, beat, breathe
Flutter through drafts. They’re just that. Not chiseled in stone.
Beat. Find the heartbeat of the writers you love. Beat in harmony. Daily.
Breathe. The birthing process of discovering your writer’s voice is painfully beautiful and almost eternal.
Bear down, breathe along the way, or you’ll pass out.
What to pack for the low-residency at the beautiful artists’ residency?
Snacks: welcome to the CID Pack (Chocoholics in Denial). Bleed some, share some.
Note: one small, disposable bag of insecurities is allowed. See travel regulations Section 4.2 for size restrictions.
Posted in Back to School Again, Creative writing, Dreams, fiction, life, philosophy, poetry, Random, Sass, writing
Tagged advice, breathe, creative writing, MFA programs, poetry, writers
(a study of Anne Carson’s The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos)
Stronger than coffee this morning.
She dreamt she was a guy who wanted to dress like a girl. Or was she a girl
dreaming about wanting to dress like a guy?
She gathered her flailing body parts, her regrets,
stalks of wheat, a bluebird’s feather fallen from society’s
She wore a tie and satchel on Tuesday but Thursday forbade guys
from donning a silky skirt and blush-colored knee highs.
She didn’t look right. More like left-over corners.
Fractured parking lots, too warm, inherently periwinkled
Breathe. Just breathe.
Posted in artists i love, childhood, Creative writing, Dreams, Gender, philosophy, poetry, truth, writing
Tagged anne carson, dreams, dress up, mary cassatt, poetry, Style imitation
Inspired by Lucille Clifton
Homage to My Thighs
these thighs are hefty thighs
they are my strength and stability
these thighs are estatic thighs
their moves multiply in wiggles and jiggles
they don’t slide too quickly into skinny jeans
but if they do make it, all the way in, they look fabulous
they’re my Sagitarian thighs fleeing from fears
or propeling me toward necessary truths
these thighs are miraculous thighs
i have known them to wrestle and squeeze a lover
into perfect position
Posted in Humor, life, love & relationships, poetry, Sass, truth
Tagged humor, love, Lucille Clifton Homage, photography, poetry, thighs, Women
Dog-paddling in a soup of aimlessness
My poems today–blech!
Posted in Creative writing, Humor, philosophy, poetry, Random, Sass
Tagged artist, creative, dog-paddling, philosophy, poetry, today, writing