I'm not into certain kinds of inspiration. I'm not on Pintrest for the words across artist landscapes or landscaped bodies encouraging me to be all I can be. I'm not a Just Do It person. In fact if you instruct me to Just Do It, I won't. Probably. I'm contrary and often, resistant. Sometimes I'm … Continue reading Admiration x 3
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Art of Inspiration
Inspiration for writing comes from everywhere. For me, sometimes it's found in art. It can be through book illustration, or a visit to a gallery or a library (so much art at libraries), or using my own photographs. It can be through Pintrest (where many hours can be whiled away), or thumbing through art books. It … Continue reading Art of Inspiration
Optical delusions
A few weeks ago I posted about art. Admitting I could only see what I couldn't get 'right,' I felt, for a long time, art was something I let down, due some mysterious defect. This attitude limits not only what I think I can do, but what I attempt. Basically, if I don't try, then … Continue reading Optical delusions
On Being a Writer and a Reader
Been working on the thesis and it's nearing completion. I am both hopeful of and dreading the outcome. What it is forcing me to be is to be a writer and a reader. Mostly you'll say this is easy, writers and readers share things in common, like language, and perhaps a love of and ability to … Continue reading On Being a Writer and a Reader
Running up that hill
The problems of the world are really big. They're awful and all-encompassing and involve all of us. I sign petitions, donate when I can, stay informed and try to not make choices that I dunno, badden things up. (I'm inventing phrases now, because creative). Nothing much changes. Or if it does, it is slowly by … Continue reading Running up that hill
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