Sunday, July 23, 2006

Writing Weekend

Busy, high energy weekend, with lots to do. I am finishing up a feature story on poet Nancy McCleery for the Prime Time supplement of the Lincoln Journal Star. On top of being an extraordinary poet, Nancy is an inspiration and a generous soul. My interviews with her digressed into a conversation between two poets so often that I've had to call her to get basic information that I forgot to ask. Like, when did she get her degrees....that kind of stuff. We talked today about both being ADD and that it really isn't a disorder, but more of a personality type that doesn't get validated in this culture. I've thought that for a long time anyway.

So to keep myself on task (which is hard for me to do in the unstructured environment of hoome), I make myself write for at least fifteen minutes, then I go play with art for fifteen minutes, then I go write's slow but it is steady and I usually end up writing for more than the alloted time. Funny how I need to trick myself into doing stuff that way. Same thing happens with cleaning.

The image is of some "artful flash cards" I'm making to submit to Somerset Studio's 10th anniversary edition. I've made about six sets of these already, and am working on a 7th. I'm playing a lot with color layering and embellishments, and having a grand time. I don't know what I'd do with artful flash cards otherwise, so I hope the folks at Somerset like them.

Back to work.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Collage-Hippodrome-Slam Poetry

I actually finished a collage this weekend! Not my best effort but it was something. Was watching a History Channel special on the Hippodrome/Constantinople while I was making it. Funny how art is such a mnemonic device from me. I used to doodle while I talked on the phone and could remember the details of those conversations when I looked at the doodles. I can't remember exactly but I think I did this in college as well.

Went to hear Matt Mason of Omaha read tonight at the Crescent Moon. High energy poetry. I am feeling so disconnected from "real life", I needed to get out and connect with poetry/poets people on that level. I was glad I did it, although there's always the "why aren't I writing poems right now...." thing going on in my head.

I have been thinking about the idea of healing wounded memories -- as if memories are something we can transform or heal. If that's a choice, or are we stuck with the feelings that the events actually evoked? Can I remember something painful and not feel that pain again? Or is that just plain therapy? Therapy for me is more like learning to deal with the present in new ways, not transforming how I think and feel about the past. Although I think it can be that -- healing the past -- it just isn't that way for me.

Memory as as thing, an organic thing, that can grow and change and heal. Just had an image of hanging memories on a tree like Christmas ornaments. Which means more than anything else that I need to go sleep. More on this some other time.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Back in the Blogger Again

I tell you, there is no better way to block my desire to blog than to show my blog to someone I work with. Ack!

I have been in a total creative block lately, as well, and am scrambling to get through it. I sit at my studio table for hours, looking through my stash of images and cutting things out, and looking at magazines for inspiration, etc etc. I think it might be time to get out of the studio and stop immersing myself in *other* people's art to "fill my well" so to speak.

I've started a visual journal, and carry that with me in my backpack. I'm 47 years old and I still carry a backpack like I was a college student! I love it.

In a few weeks I'll be taking Lynn Perrella's "Wabi-Sabi" workshop, and I'm hoping that will open the floodgates.