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For the Hell of It
I love the Austin Kleon newsletter because he always links to an artist I have never heard of in a medium I have never really explored. It always leads to somewhere I would have never found on my own.
This week he linked to this video of artist Ralph Steadman in his studio. I’d never heard of him, but this five minute video made me like him immediately. He’s having fun with his work. He’s enjoying his art.
At one point he says,
It’s a thought I think gets lost when we think about not only the reasons for creativity, but for why we do anything in this life.
So often we are motivated by money or the thought of fame. We’re never encouraged to do things “just for the hell of it.” If we’re going to create art, it should be art that changes the world, or that sells, or that sells something else. I think the world would be an entirely different place if we could just sometimes think of what we would do if it was “for no good reason.””
Of course we need shelter, food, and clothing. Of course we need to provide for our needs. But wouldn’t the world be wonderful if we could do that in a way that wasn’t soul crushing? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if advertisers didn’t rule the creative process? If advertising wasn’t as prevalent in every aspect of our lives? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if art was as an acceptable career as being a telemarketer or an accountant?
I often try to justify my need to write poetry and prose, but I think I’ll accept this lesson from Ralph Steadman and remember that I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a style, and it’s perfectly ok to do what I love “for the hell of it.”
On Self Criticism
This last week I was listening to an episode Kevin Smith’s podcast where he interviewed Gerard and Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance. The interview is five years old, but one thing I took away from it was something Kevin Smith said about the artistic brain. Something to the effect of the same imagination that can make up stories about life, can also make up stories about our own work. Your imaginative, creative mind will tell you that everything you create sucks. That you’re terrible at what you do. But, these are just more stories from your artist’s brain. Something to consider the next time you look at your art and decide you have no talent. ❤️
November 5, 2017
On Creativity
Sometimes I feel like the Internet is full of people trying to sell themselves or build an image. In many ways it seems like creativity has been lost to attention seeking. People will do whatever it takes for the likes, the views, and the follows. But, is putting those things out to the world fulfilling? Are you being true to who you are? Are you really making your mark on the world? Will what you create stand the test of time?
I’ve always held to the belief that you have to be yourself. You have to put an authentic voice forward. I’m sure there are times I’ve been sucked in by the masses, drawn in by popular culture, but for the most part I’m a bit of a rebel against those things. What does all of this have to do with creativity? You have to create things that are true to who you are. You have to create for yourself and trust that the like minded people with appreciate it. You can’t create in a style that isn’t you.
You can’t create to impress, or win awards, or gain followers. Those things will happen if you create authentically for the sake of the process. Then you are truly putting something in the world that wasn’t there before. It’s not about branding or becoming a product. It’s about authenticity. Are you speaking in your own voice, or are you hiding behind someone else’s?
When you’re creating in someone else’s voice, it becomes work to continue to be someone you’re not. Creating should be fun. I have found myself in the last couple of months doubting my poetry style. Thinking that I should try writing shorter pieces or sound bites. Thinking I should try this or that to gain more followers. Then it stopped being fun. Maybe I’m not the best poet in the world, but I do think I have my own style. I need to remember to be true to that.
We all have something unique to share. Contrary to what modern life tries to tell you – you’re not a brand or a product. You’re not something to be sold. Tap into who you are and create from there. If people connect, maybe you’ll make a little money and achieve a little fame. If not, you’re still successful because you found your voice and a little contentment in creating things true to who you are.
A Happiness Collection
I once bought a silly, realistic-looking, plastic rooster. I thought it would be funny to set it by the front door of our new house. As people visited, they obviously noticed the rooster. And thought that it meant I had a love of roosters. Pretty soon I was getting roosters for gifts. Rooster prints, rooster doorstops, ceramic roosters. Before I knew it I had a whole collection of roosters.
The problem was, it really wasn’t my thing. I didn’t have any great love for roosters. Sometimes life can be like that. It starts throwing things at you that you really don’t want. You find yourself spending your days doing things you don’t enjoy. Your life becomes a collection of things you didn’t choose. Don’t live a life with a bunch of roosters you don’t want. Clear out all of the things that don’t bring you joy and live a life that makes you happy.
Spring Returns
The promise of spring returns on these gentle wings.
We spend most of our time living in suburbia, but most weekends we escape to our cabin in the woods. More small house than cabin, the best feature is it sits on 17 acres of wooded land. Other than harvesting dead trees for wood for the wood stove, we have basically left the land alone. There are three trails that were there when we moved in and we maintain those. Since it’s mostly untouched woods, there’s quite a bit of wildlife in residence. We’ve seen deer, wild turkeys, coyotes, beaver, pheasants, the normal raccoons, skunks, squirrels, and rabbits. We had a bat get in the wood stove once (luckily it was August and we weren’t using it!). My favorite thing about spring at the cabin is the return of the herons. Out near the creek there are several trees filled with heron nests. They sit empty most of the year, but in the spring the herons return to fight over them. They flap their huge wings and “scream” at each other if one tries to land in a nest already occupied.
Yesterday I stood by the creek, the air was cold, the sky was blue, there was a gentle breeze, and other than the sound of the birds everything was completely silent. It was like being the only person on earth. From over the field next door, a heron flew in. It’s huge wings effortlessly gliding over the creek. It was beautiful and actually brought tears to my eyes. Just that all of this exists in such beauty and simplicity and that I could be in that place to witness it was amazing to me. I’m not a religious person, but these moments are divine, those woods are my church.