The Midnight Muse came a bit later tonight. “Traffic,” she said. Not that I believe her.
Anyway, tonight the topic is simple: creative block. It’s like writer’s block, only it happens to all kinds of artists. And it’s painful. You don’t feel like doing anything, or you feel as if everything you do is crap. You’re the worst artist ever born. There are many ways to counter this block: Continue reading TMM: 2 AM
“Words can create love or hate, tears or smiles, harmony or chaos, war or peace. Choose your words with care.” – A.D. Williams
The truth is, words are meager things. I know this, because words are my profession. Words are what my soul is made of. And I know that sometimes words fail to express certain depths of the human soul.
When words fail, tears fall. When words fail, the world’s beauty is no longer enough to make us feel alive. Words can hurt, yes, but the most harm they ever do is when you choke before you utter a single word. Continue reading TMM: Words
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.
Madness. Defined as a different way of seeing things, of perceiving reality. Madness, defined as obsession, as being persistent against all odds, being unreasonable in the face of obstacle.
Madness. The artists’s way of suffering, of being plagued by self-doubt and depression and numerous addictions.
Madness. Being unable to form social relations with others. Being different. Being awkward.
Madness. The lonely voice of despair you hear when there’s nothing but darkness and silence around you.
Madness. To give up on the immediate pleasures of life for the opportunity to create something that might endure for eternity.
Madness. Without it, there wouldn’t be art.
No matter what happens in my life, there’s one thing I believe in with all my heart: words can shape the world. I believe in the right words said at the right time, I believe in reading someone’s words and deciding a different outcome for yourself.
That’s one of the reasons I write. That maybe once in a while my words offer someone comfort or hope or inspire them to strive for more. I write for someone half a world away to feel less lonely in their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading TMM: Words and Ideas
Leonardo DaVinci’s last words were:
I have offended God and Mankind by doing so little with my life.
We really are our worst critics, aren’t we? We see the worst in ourselves. We stare at a mirror and all we see staring us back are flaws an faults and mistakes and so, so much to regret.
But isn’t this what keeps us going?
Here’s the thing about art and life and love: we often wait to feel something before we act.
In art, we call this being inspired. You need to feel the story, the character, to know where it’s all headed for. Or you need to have the vision of a painting, the melody, etc.
Truth be told, it’s not like that. Of course, it’s the easiest way, but this is a circle. Like those vicious circles and self-fulfilling prophecies.
What I mean by this is that motion also breeds emotion. Continue reading TMM: E/Motion