Friday, January 6, 2012
My thoughts are something of a jumble tonight. I'm feeling inspired, and yet lazy. I'm following many shadowed paths, overgrown trails, and crooked lanes that end abruptly. Looking at where I reside, not only the address, the apartment, but the moment and cosmic space upon which I have alighted, I know I've been feeling rather isolated, in my life, and in my home, down in the OC, Santa Ana, Orange County. I have very few actual friends there. (Tonight I must call it "there" because for the moment I'm on an extended holiday in my childhood home in the sweet Berkshires, in western Massachusetts. Without snow.) While I love solitude, I need connections and collaboration for my art. So, I have been making a stronger effort to reach out to people, with a goal of nurturing relationships that seem potentially beneficial. (And, of course, some have already!) I want to talk about ideas. Talking helps me quite a bit. It helps me create; it helps me identify whether an idea is worth developing into a living project. As language shapes the brain, articulating my artistic ideas solidifies the concepts for me. Writing, as well, is a propitious exercise for me, as through the process, I must push myself to follow mental paths farther than is initially comfortable. I'm training myself to develop ideas even while alone. So, working on my art independently is ok. AND I also sometimes want company in my work.