The Joy of Art

Lately, I've been in the creative mood... It's consumed me to the point that I can't think of anything else... I can barely stand to be at work, and my poor little house is in desperate need of a good scrubbing.. I think this obsession is a good thing.. Someone must be trying to tell me something...

This past weekend, all I did was paint or draw.. Saturday I made myself a pot of coffee and began my discovery of acrylics.. I worked from 9 am until after 4 pm, only breaking to shower... Once I was 'finished' (it's not done yet!), I felt like I had run a marathon.. a few sips of Jameson later, and the nervous aftershock of all that concentration finally dwindled... and although I felt like I had been hit by a semi, I couldn't have been happier...

I still love my writing, and will continue to stick with that as well.. in my opinion, as you might have read in a previous post, it's just another form of art... but there's something to be accomplished here...

Thanks for *listening* to me ramble :)

~Keely~

Sudden Obsession

I've always loved to draw, doodle, paint, and just create .. well, anything. But, for the past year, I've been focusing on writing and reading. I have my book blog, Realms of an Open Mind, which will be shutting down this week due to the fact that my hosting term has expired and I can't bring myself to pay for another year when there are free ways to blog. Veryyy tough decision.. but what's helped me through it is the fact that I've got this new fervor for art. I don't know exactly what happened... My pops gave me a gift card for art supplies for my birthday, and once I had that newly sharpened charcoal pencil in my hand, it was all I could think about. I'm not sure what, but something in my brain, heart, or soul ~ whichever you like ~ was triggered and I'm a drawing/painting fiend now. My only regret is that I have a day job that gets in the way (and is becoming more and more demanding), but I just see that as a challenge to work harder in order to get away from it ;).

So enough of my random rambling... If you'd like to visit my shop on  Etsy, please click here and just take a look. I'm working on my first acrylic, which came from a dream... yeah, that's how obsessed I've become ~ I'm even creating in my dreams...

The Many Faces of a Writer

I recently posted a quote by Jasper Fforde on my other blog, Realms of an Open Mind, and it goes like this:

“After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colors of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer's breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the writer - perhaps more.” 

I guess it gave me a sense of pride as a reader because it does take imagination to be able to take something literary and turn it into a physical world. A lot of people ask me how I can read so much, that they get bored, or they don't have the patience for it, and I guess, yeah, it does take a certain kind of mind (not a better one, so don't get offended!) to be able to read in the quiet for hours at a time.

Books are like movies to me, better even. I can see it playing out in my head as if there is a screen behind my eyes and the book is projecting the images. It's hard to explain, but I barely see the words ~ just the actions and emotions they create.

However, I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the value of the writer as good ole Jasper does. After some thought, I don't think it's true that readers should "reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the writer - perhaps more." It may take a specific breed of mind to read unrelentingly, but a reader has one face, one mind ~ a writer has dozens, hundreds, thousands of faces.

The writer, no matter age, gender, background, race, or point-of-view, must wear many hats and be able to project multiple personalities in a way that is believable. They have to play the role of an older, motherly lady at the same time that they construct a witty, sarcastic young man with a flaring temper. Not an easy feat when you have to take yourself outside of your own mind and put yourself in dozens of different shoes. The thought makes my feet hurt (hopefully, one day I'll be more flexible), but somehow there are some writers who can build up so many different viewpoints and personalities and make us believe it all to the point that we become infatuated with the characters and the story. They can see any situation through a number of minds and pairs of eyes, and they have a mind open to every possibility.That's a good writer.

 

“People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?”  ~Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen

This is probably my favorite book of all time. I read the entire thing in one sitting ~ completely captivated :)

Quote

“Words are like physical objects around us that appear to be continuous and whole but are in fact composed of particles too small for for the eye to see, for the brain to imagine. Words oversimplify reality. Break open a word, and it's like breaking a mold. The contents seep free, become something new.”  ~ Christina Meldrum, Madapple

One of my favorite quotes... I went to school for art history, but what I really should have studied was English, creative writing, or the like, for my greatest passion revolves around words. I don't speak them very well - call me socially inept - but I love to write them, to string them together in a meaningful sequence that will, hopefully, create a spark somewhere. They are what keep my world turning, my wheels spinning, and my sanity intact.

Meldrum says that words are 'composed of particles too small for the eye to see, for the brain to imagine.' Every word we speak or write or think has a meaning, hidden or otherwise. We see them for what they are, 'continuous and whole,' when in reality, if we choose to think of it as such, they can be broken down into the reflection of the enigmatic soul.They 'appear to be...whole' when we hear them or see them, but there is an entire universe living inside that one word, if only we take a moment to look beyond what we imagine.

They give us a way to express the enormity that is our emotions or our thoughts. 'Words oversimplify reality.' We can pluck a feeling from our conscience, something so vast that it can expand to absorb our entire being and more, and embrace it in the form of a tiny word. 'Break open a word, and it's like breaking the mold. The contents seep free, become something new.' Look beyond the black and white, peer into the depths of what anything really means, and you'll have a whole new outlook.