just for fun: collages

life lately: signs of brightness

1: surprise flowers/collage

2: el cortijo/secret bubbly

3: scribblings

4: steph comes to visit (thai food, ravioli/twilight)

5: springtime sandwich & lemonade

6: holga/ice cream dress

7: sunday breakfast (k makes coffee, i make crepes)

8: baby bananas/big rock candy mountain

9: tree bark

10: woodland wanderings

11: reading by the riverside

12: cloudy day

in which i go the artist's way

I promise I'll stop wearing such dreary colors, it's just been so... winter lately. (Although I have to say, I was amazed at how warm it was when I left for work this morning--and then I found out it was only 26 degrees. It's all relative, I suppose...) I've gotten into the habit of throwing these easy, cozy plaid scarves over outfits they don't really belong with, but I like it.

(velvet skirt/scarf/shoes: thrifted; shirt: uo; headband: modcloth)

I love how Modcloth throws a little somethin' extra in all of their packages. I ordered a Valentine's Day dress (at least, that's when I intend to wear it) from them during the big sale/free shipping extravaganza, and they included this little headband for free. Not so sure about the dress--I think it's terribly unflattering but I can't be sure yet. Time will tell...

Anyway...

A couple of weeks ago I bought a book called "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron. I was inspired because I saw that a creative group in my community was reading and using the book as a tool for furthering their artistic endeavors, and it sounded relevant to my own Art Club. Since we are getting together tomorrow night, I wanted to get a head start on the book so that I felt I could share my thoughts at the meeting--and I was surprisingly inspired! I feel like I need to make a disclaimer here, and I promise not to get all self-helpy and annoying about this, but I was so affected by just the Introduction to this book that I knew I had to share with you guys.

As Julia was explaining her writing process and the moment when she realized she needed to radically revamp the way she thought and went about creating, it felt eerily familiar. As she described the misconceptions she had about what it meant to be an "artist," I found myself getting nervous. And then when she said that she realized she needed to abandon her ego to become truly free, I became downright frightened... and that was when I realized that this could really work for me.

I am not a self-help kind of person. I've always dismissed new-agey mumbojumbo about "The Secret" as... well, obvious. I've always felt that I had remarkable self awareness, and took that as proof that I don't need fixing. I know where the problem areas are in my life, but that doesn't mean I know how to change them right now--I placed blame on circumstance, not self. I have always had faith that I would eventually figure it all out. Well, here's the thing: I have an ego. I always thought that a well-formed, well-understood ego was the most essential part of the creative process. I always felt proud that I was as close to expressing my true, basic self as I possibly could be in proper society. I stubbornly cling to my vices and passions (no matter how self-destructive) like precious gems--these were the things that made me interesting, that inspired my angsty creativity, that kept me in touch with the human condition--amidst all this madness, I had true clarity. But I think I was wrong.

I never wanted to be one of those people. You know? The women who do yoga every morning and go for long, marathon runs and consume nothing but salad and sparkling water and smile all the time because they have so much control. I always felt that control was the enemy of creativity. But as Julia wrote about the spurts of creative energy she once relied on, racing against the clock as she drank her way through the stages of loosening to free her proverbial tongue and put words on the page ("bleeding prose") until she tipped over into drunkenness and her mind slowed to a halt, I thought maybe I didn't need a glass of wine for every thousand words. When she said that now she can just write, without waiting for the mood to strike, I thought wouldn't that be nice?

So I'm going to try it. The basic tools are:

Morning Pages

("Worrying about your job, the laundry, the weird look your friend gave you – all that stuff distracts you from your creativity. It eddies through your subconsciousness and muddies your day. Get it on the page first thing in the morning and move on with your day with a freer spirit.")

This one spoke to me immediately, mostly because I used to journal much more often and I miss it... it always helped to purge all of my drama onto the page. This morning, I woke up and wrote my morning pages in bed. And then I just got up. No problem. Considering the difficulty I've been having forcing myself out of bed in the mornings, this was quite a coup.

Artist Dates

("The Artist Date is a once-weekly, festive, solo expedition to explore something that interests you. The Artist Date need not be overtly “artistic”– think mischief more than mastery. Artist Dates fire up the imagination. They spark whimsy. They encourage play. Since art is about the play of ideas, they feed our creative work by replenishing our inner well of images and inspiration.")

This is something that I desperately need. When I was single, I used to take my "inner artist" out on excursions all the time. I used to sit for hours in coffee shops, just observing, or reading, or writing whatever came to mind. I used to ride my bike to the Museum of Fine Art and wander through the galleries in silence, pausing when I wanted to pause, flying through exhibits that didn't speak to me. I went to a movie by myself in the middle of the day. I sat on my balcony and devoured Simone de Beauvoir stories, uninterrupted. I need to recapture some of that--those calm, quiet moments where my mind could breathe, when I was completely alone and open to inspiration. I am an introvert, after all. It's hard for me to balance true selfhood with my relationships, because I have a hard time saying 'no.' I want everyone to be happy. I need to make sure to make space for myself in the coming weeks. It's easy to understand why getting out in the world and absorbing the artistry of it is important to "unblock" creative streams--if we sit on our butt in an office all day and then sit in front of mindless TV all night, where are we supposed to draw inspiration?

Creative Clusters

("Creative clusters, where we gather as peers to develop our strength, are best regarded as tribal gatherings, where creative beings raise, celebrate, and actualize the creative power which runs through us all.")

I already have the Creative Cluster in my Art Club ladyfriends. Bonus.

So, I apologize if all you want from this blog is photos of clothes. That was long-winded. But I think this is a good reminder that to be a creative person (I would even go as far as to say to be a person), we need to make time for ourselves. We need to slough off our negativity through some sort of meditation, whether it be writing morning pages or practicing yoga or simply sitting and listening to music. We need to be alone, experiencing the world without a gadget yapping at us, for several hours at regular intervals (Julia says once a week). And we need to get together with friends who are truly supportive and intelligent and positive influences on our lives.

So please--go forth and be awesome ;)

my brother the wunderkind

I just had to share this rave write-up of my littlest brother in The (BU) Quad (we had no such thing when I graduated in 2007--if that's not an indication of how exponentially the internet has exploded, I don't know what is). He recently finished a sampling EP, and while my enjoyment of hip hop is generally limited to whatever they play on a loop at whichever dance club I happen to stumble into on any given night (aka I don't pay much attention), I totally think this is awesome! (At least one of us Floods is doing something with (his) artistic vision...

Check out the EP and more, HERE!

in which i go art clubbing with lady gaga

Let it be said: I do not appreciate the absolutely frigid mornings we've been having lately. It's hard enough to get out of bed. I'm going to have to arrange for the heat to kick on much earlier than it has been...

(dress/scarf: thrifted; trench: h&m; boots: seychelles)

Last week, when my girlfriends and I got together to watch Bill Cunningham and ended up also watching and critiquing a short film by one among us, we decided that it would be a great idea to start a "creative club," where we could get together weekly or bi-weekly, share our in-progress projects, and maybe make art for the purpose of flexing that creative muscle. Last night was our first meeting, and it was really great! I think I've decided that I'm going to offer up my back-burner TV pilot for discussion at our next meeting, because it isn't nearly as close to my heart as the novel and I could use some help moving it forward. Future meetings will hopefully include some painting, field trips to various art-related events, poetry readings, sewing, and much wine-drinking. I am really excited about this, mostly because I feel like I have so many artistic interests and I don't really get to explore them very much, since I've been focusing so single-mindedly on my writing lately. I hope that channeling my creative energy in various forms will help elevate me to a more inspired level in my life in general, and make me more productive.

Sure, maybe we just watched "Judas" and sketched a screenshot of Lady Gaga, but it was good to reconnect with pencil and paper again after all these years... can you guess which drawing is mine? Hint: I turn everything I touch into the 1960s. We did also read some poetry and talk extensively about our goals for the group and what we hope to accomplish from week to week. I think it will be great fun! PS: I think it's interesting that most of us independently ended up incorporating various objects on the table (abandoned still life) into our Gaga drawings... what do you think that means?

in which i hopped all night

Whew, what a weekend! It felt really strange driving to work this morning, like I hadn't been in the office for a million years!

(shirt/shorts/belt: thrifted; trench: h&m; shoes: seychelles; necklaces: gifts from k)

After making his usual Princess Leia jokes about my hair this morning, K said he really liked my outfit. It's funny--I never know what is going to appeal to him. He always seems to like the most random things. On the other hand, he's usually pretty good about telling me when something is inappropriately short, etc. You think he might have mentioned that this shirt is totally transparent. Oh well, sheer is in, right?

Friday night I met up with some awesome gals for a night on the town. It was the Burlington Art Hop, which apparently is one of the biggest city-wide parties of the year or something. We met up at my friend E's new apartment, had a few glasses of wine (and a bit of a mishap with a cork and an explosion), and finally made it out of the apartment right around the time the Hop was supposed to be winding down. Luckily, nothing seemed to be closed, and we were able to wander freely through a few galleries and a giant warehouse full of studios. It was pretty fantastic. We stopped in at an awesome antique store, which also happened to be open, then went next door to hear some music. E got a call from some other friends who were hanging out downtown, so we headed thataway, decided to do some karaoke, were shut down at the door because one of the gals had an expired ID, and went to the Vermont Pub and Brewery for another bottle of wine. After last call we walked back to the apartment and somehow stayed awake until sunup, drinking cosmos and chatting and playing MarioKart (briefly--I was terrible). I headed home around six, surrounded by the beautiful sunrise.

It's funny, because I was just talking to a coworker last week about how long it had been since we had stayed up all night and how old we were... haha! I think the last time I stayed up all night was when K and I were first getting to know each other, talking for hours around a little campfire in his Barbur Blvd backyard.

The rest of the weekend was incredibly low-key. I did go on a bit of a spree at Goodwill on Sunday afternoon, but otherwise we mostly just hung around the apartment, watching movies and flipping through German flashcards. I'm still having trouble sleeping, which I thought would be cured by my sleepless Friday night, but apparently I was absolutely unaffected. Must be the changing seasons or something...