THE COURSE OF ACTION
Following the inspiration of the moment with complete abandon takes practice and courage.
This just happened: Excitement builds from the feelings of accomplishment, like walking from a narrow stone alleyway into a brilliant sunbath. Without caution, I create a huge workload and stretch my capacity beyond its limit. My eyes become colorful pinwheels reflecting all that I have taken on and all I wish to do, including areas that are new to me. My ears are like open flowers taking in the sound of my own voice. I tune out all danger signs in order to work diligently on all that I think is right. That may sound confusing, but, I’m used to it.
I never sense the change in attitude approaching.
Out of nowhere, things come to a sudden stop and I become stuck in a place of not knowing a single thing. It’s that messy stage of creativity. All that was once orderly and clear becomes sloppy, attention to detail is impaired and coherent explanations of my idea disintegrate. The diagram explains it somewhat.
he number of times I travel to left field, and the duration of the visit, have changed throughout the years. I’m becoming more conscious of the whole episode. I’ve had to learn that it is highly efficient, rather than a waste of time.
I’ve grown to welcome this dramatic change of perception. It is the most fertile part of strengthening a concept. Discomfort and fear have been replaced by calm and fascination. My experimentation is bold and sweeping so I quickly learn what I can and cannot do.
The true experience is a necessity for defining what my art truly is. In the end, the process cannot be verbalized completely, it is the final art that holds the story within it.
THE MURMURING OF MISSING PIECES
News or no news. Ponderings and acceptances. Fresh starts, revelations,
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PAST POSTS (Selected)
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Course Of Action