After weeks… months… of anticipation, it is finally here. Christmas. First thing this morning, after starting up a pot of coffee, we opened gifts, Gabriel ripping and tearing through the wrapping as quickly as his fingers would take him. He knew most of what he was getting but still the excitement of finally being able to play with the stuff was uncontainable. After the gift opening I set to getting dinner prepartions ready. Turkey and usual trimmings were on the menu for a family dinner with Steve’s parents and brother and girlfriend. After the guests were gone, and the place picked up, I am in awe of how quickly the day draws to a close, after so much build-up to it. My greatest gift this year is to have some time off from work… so although I’d like to say that I’ll be productive during this next week, I just may sleep through most of it.
Ahhhh… got on iTunes tonight and downloaded a bunch of “old” R&B from the ’70s… the stuff I learnt to groove to… Earth, Wind & Fire… Kool & the Gang… The Manhattans… Marvin Gaye… The Miracles… Salve for the soul this stuff is. It lifted my spirits and got my bootie scootin’ in my chair. I learned to dance from Denny Gilkes, a black girl in my 5th grade class. We lady-bumped until my hips hurt but damn I got it. Girl, you gave me my groove and I am forever grateful, even though I have a whole lot more to groove with these days.
And so I leave you with this…
Earth Wind & Fire – Fantasy Lyrics
Maurice White, Eddie delBarrio & Verdine White
Every man has a place, in his heart there’s a space,
And the world can’t erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, right away
And we will live together, until the twelfth of never
Our voices will ring forever, as one
Every thought is a dream, rushing by in a stream,
Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, miles away
Our voices will ring together until the twelfth of never,
We all, will live forever, as one
Come see victory, in the land called fantasy
Loving life, a new decree,
Bring your mind to everlasting liberty
Our minds will explore together, old worlds, we conquer, forever
We then, will expand love together, as one
Come to see, victory in a land called fantasy,
Loving life, for you and me, to behold, to your soul is ecstasy
You will find, other kind, that has been in search for you,
Many lives has brought you to
Recognize it’s your life, now in review
And as you stay for the play, fantasy, has in store for you,
A glowing light will see you through
It’s your day, shining day, all your dreams come true
As you glide, in your stride with the wind, as you fly away
Give a smile, from your lips, and say
I am free, yes I’m free, now I’m on my way
Okay… it’s Tuesday and what have I done this week? Well, I signed up, in a moment of impulsive lack of self-control, for 365 days of art. As of January 1st of this coming year, I’ll endeavor to create art every day. *sigh* Sometimes I’m so tired I can barely drag my sorry ass through the day, and I always wonder what on earth is draining my energy so much throughout the day that I feel like a wrung out dish rag at day’s end.
Many people who hope to create seem to lack the energy. They have a ton of energy for their tennis game, their shopping spree, or their poker night, but as soon as they think about the novel they intend to write they find that they need to take a nap. What are they experiencing? What does a person mean when she says,” I’m too tired to write” or, “I just don’t have the energy to create?” As a creativity self-coach, you are obliged to understand the relationship between energy and creativity…
If it seems strange to you that it requires mental energy to sit still…, think of the mental energy required of you not to scream, “Stop this, already!” in a boring meeting or not to blurt out, “Say something, already!” at a tedious lecture. We know that we are using up real energy in such situations and that the energy we are expending is mental, not physical. Such events mentally exhaust us and can prevent us from returning to our regular work. We use up our whole store of mental energy doing nothing more physical than not leaving the conference room or lecture hall.
We require mental energy to do everything from not leaving a lecture to writing a symphony. A person who actively makes meaning is obliged both to generate more mental energy and to expend more mental energy than someone who settles for received wisdom. When we say that a person is powerful, passionate, charismatic, energized, and so on, we are making note of the mental energy made visible, a wattage as real as that of the sun. An active meaning-maker is powerful, just as the sun is powerful, and for the same reason: processes at work produce power…
Mental activity requires — and then uses up — mental energy. It takes mental energy to think, to imagine, to calculate, to fantasize. It also takes a real expenditure of valuable mental energy to maintain half-hearted beliefs, to ignore important truths, to procrastinate, to not pursue your dreams. Keeping a defensive lid on life is real work and a real energy drain. No one tires out more completely than the person who knows she ought to make meaning in a certain way but refuses to do so, unless it is the person who wages internal war about whether it would be better to pursue this or that meaning-making route.
Well… that explains a lot. Debra’s website, www.reach-dabble-shine.com, rocks, by the way. Funny how synergystic life is, when you’re paying attention. I’ve begun to read a book called The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles by Steven Pressfield which addresses r e s i s t a n c e… and there it is, popping up on Debra’s coaching site. Think the u n i v e r s e is trying to tell me something?
Graphite, colored pencil and pearlescent liquid acrylic
I completed my base drawing for the holiday postcard exchange for the Belle Papier board. This one’s in honor of the Holly King.
I haven’t been posting much in the way of artwork… I’ve been preoccupied with other things. This is a “gathering stage” for me-my metal phase, as I go all oriental on you; a time when ideas germinate, and I seek and find inspiration images with which I eventually construct my pieces. I currently have six collection folders right now, each concepts that popped into my mind’s eye with a vague “shadow” of what I want the completed piece to be. I want to work on canvas, so I’m hoping that Santa will bring me a decent easel (and canvas too, maybe)… I don’t currently have one, and I run out of space on my workbench in a hurry if I work on more than one thing at a time, so an easel will become essential in order for me to bring this collection into being.
I’ve also been toying with the idea of creating a ‘zine… one with a fair amount of line/pen & ink art… I’m kind of cooked on all of the uniformity of the “art” I’ve been seeing lately, so I’m hoping to maybe inspire some folks into getting out of their comfort zones and actually (eek!) picking up a pen/cil or brush and finding their “voice.” I’m soooo over the collage stuff that’s out there right now… I mean, it’s cool and all, but it all looks the same. The stuff is so generic…. okay… I’ll get off my soapbox now.
So basically, I want to produce a zine without the “usual” collage stuff that’s so popular, but using different collage elements, but only a MINIMAL amount of magazine or other similar types of images (if ANY), integrating the elements into a whole and complex piece by layering them and adding paint, etc., or forego the collage bit altogether and turn folks on to mark making… doodling… learning to see the world through a different perspective… seeing shapes instead of objects, or light and dark areas instead of forms. Anyway… I want to call it “Paradigm” because we all look at the same stuff and experience things differently… even see things differently… so one of the strips that I want to feature will be about a group of folks who will be experiencing things and events at the same time, but the images will be drawn from the different characters’ POV (point-of-view) and each will differ wildly, including how each perceives themselves and the others in the group, all taking into account their personalities and their own baggage. It’ll be fun.
I’d like to introduce the concept of paradigm to others… how our perception of things alters drastically, depending upon how we look at something. Like for example, if we get cut off by someone in the shopping center parking lot, we’re all miffed because we think the person was just being rude… but then when we see into their perspective (perhaps they were rushing to the pharmacy to get some Motrin for their kid who’s at home with a raging fever) much of our anger about the initial “injustice” would be dispelled because our paradigm has shifted. Granted, some people *are* just plain rude, but it could be because they’re emotional maturity level is stuck in their 16th year of development, so they never got out of the teenage angst stage. All very interesting stuff… at least it’s got me fascinated.
Hmm… Santa could also bring me a Rapidograph nib cleaner… one of those vibrator cleaners… dunno how much they cost (I’m afraid to look, but I think Dick Blick must have them)… but the doggone tips get clogged up pretty easily, especially when I’m using the really tiny ones, which I did for the fairy wonderland for Ally’s book. *sigh* And buying a new nib every time it gets clogged is NOT an option. Alright… bedtime… and I need to nurse the crook of my left arm, because it’s bruised from my blood test yesterday… how they manage to bruise me every time I get one of those, I have NO idea.