The Next Best Idea

It's taken me a while to figure out what kind of creative swing I'm on.  As a person interested in more things than my brain can handle, I've discovered that I go through creative swings.  For weeks at a time all I will be able to think about is painting.  In all my free time I'll race to my paints and spread my canvasses around the room while my guitar, books, and other art forms lay gathering dust.  Then my painting swing will taper off and suddenly I'll write three folk songs in a week and spend three more weeks playing them and writing more.

At the beginning of the year I was on a guitar swing and wrote what I considered some of my best songs yet (as usually happens whenever you write something new).  Then I fell into a bit of creative confusion. I was overloaded from life in general, which tends to stunt my creativity, but still needed to find my outlet.  Turns out that I needed to be reading, that for me imagining the worlds created from words on a page is as creative an activity as writing those worlds myself.  I'm still in the reading swing (plowing my way through the Harry Potter books yet again and bringing my boyfriend with me).  But a few weeks ago I could feel the next swing emerging: writing.

Here's my problem.  In the summer of 2010 I started what I, at that point, considered my best idea yet.  I developed the story, the characters, the arc for at least three books, and started writing.  Then came November and it was time once again for NaNoWriMo (if you don't know about that just wait until this November comes and it rules my life once again).  I wanted to write my next 50,000-word-in-a-month novel and I wanted it to be about the world I had just developed.  But I had noticed how much better my writing was when I wasn't writing for NaNoWriMo, so instead of carrying on my story I decided to develop one of the legends of my new world into its own story.

Well I did that and I have my next finished book (I'm sending it out to be read/revised at the moment if anyone's interested, just comment and/or email me).  But it took me much longer to accomplish than I thought.  In my new creative swing I turned back to the original story from the summer of 2010, started trying to write it, and found that I just couldn't get into it.  It was fun to re-read and think about, but the creative juices just weren't there.

So I've been stuck in a creative rut, not helped by the fact that my life has gotten just a bit crazier with the end of the semester and the end of my apartment's lease cycle (yay for three new roommates?)  It took me a while to realize that what my creativity was trying to tell me wasn't to continue my old story, but to start a new one, and that's exactly what I did.

Suddenly, my creativity is in full swing.  Theo Baez and her friends have been born, the first chapter has been written, the story arc has been discovered, and a new world has been created.  My paintings continue to gather dust along with my guitar, and my old story is retreating into the depths of my hard drive, but in the face of the return of my creativity, that's okay.  Soon my creativity will be swinging another way, but for now it's time to start my best idea yet.

Embracing Myself as an Art Blogger

I have a complicated relationship with the internet.  It started very young under the tutelage of my geek father who had me programming on MOO's and in Microworld, gave me an email and an instant messaging account, and tried to help me start my website all before I reached double digits.  I've also had various unsuccessful blogs but never found myself truly devoted to them.  Part of this is because when I think of blogs, I think of my father writing on his blog everyday and the geeky/political topics that I would then be forced to listen to over the dinner table.

And yet here I am, lying in bed on my one free day this week typing away on a blog that I have managed to write on at the very least once every two weeks (usually once a week) since January.  While this isn't the spurting amount of information that most blogs have, it's a level of consistency that I have never managed to maintain before and within my current life style, it's something I'm quite proud of.

So why is this blog actually alive?

The biggest part is that I'm writing about something that I'm passionate about.  Art, people, and the connection between them are three of the things that will make me drop everything.  Everyday I come in contact with at least one idea that I could write about because community art is the center of my life.  It's what I live and breath in my jobs, school, and relationships.

Another important part is that I decided that I'm writing this primarily as a documentation of my own thought.  While I love when people read my blog (the stat button that I check incessantly tells me if people actually do or not), I only take minor blows to my ego when I write something that doesn't get much attention.  That's because, much in the way that I journal everyday to build up a documentation of my life, I write in this blog to build a documentation of my growth as a community artist.

But now I want a little more.  I'm currently surrounded by the STUDIO of Possibilities, the creative center that I am building with Ulrich Inge and Sam Newland.   We've started trying to spread our idea by talking to people, by shamelessly marketing ourselves, and by making connections between our idea and what is already out there.  I think about how excited I get whenever someone reads my work and I realized that there are two things I need to do.

1.) Read other art blogs.  It's a karmic circle.  Read and comment to get new ideas, give ideas, and, show other people writing that someone does care.

2.) Make myself more of a presence on the internet through writing more often and just as consistently while commenting on other ideas to create connections.

To begin fulfilling my new goals I googled art blogs and stumbled across http://art-blogging.blogspot.com/.  Here's a whole list ready-made for me!  A whole group of people writing about art waiting for me to read them.  And who knows, maybe I'll be lucky enough to get on that list as well.  And then maybe I'll actually be able to say the word "blog" without cringing and lowering my voice.