Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Change
A complete change of weather by a band of Yellow blowing through like a rain curtain made of frosted glass, blowing through an open weather door, letting in chilly air angering warm-blooded artists painting masterpiece after masterpiece. Disrupted papers flap their pages like an unrefined 'hello!' Distant mountains mellowed by frost, ruined by a lying barista for at least ten seconds until the next round of coffee is served. Boisterous name calling tempered by nervous new acquaintances: powered by the wind, propelled by the mind. Uniformly underutilized study-time; an active participation in the realm of Self-Help and the realization of the non-existence of the Dalai Lama. The clock continues to spin slowly out of control, counting numbers up to twelve until time is reset and I am wrong again. Saffron. Indiscriminate conversation: the giving and the taking in word-to-word combat. Listening then speaking until the hands spin and the time resets too many times to remember.
Friday, January 16, 2009
When the art doesn't happen: write
I am struggling with The Block these days. Specifically, the Money Block, which keeps me from pursuing any endeavor unless it is lucrative. Most people will say that things which keep us happy are not necessarily going to make money.
This is not true, according to Marsha Sinetar in her book To Build the Life You Want, Create the Work You Love: The spiritual dimension of Entrepreneuring, a book that I am currently reading. I normally never go for the self-help type books, but somehow I was coerced into reading it. So far I am still on the chapter that waxes poetic about how awesome and helpful this book is. We shall see.
I am at a strange point in my career, do I become a teacher? Do I become an artist? Do I pick up my previous, vaguely art-related career where I left off? These are the questions I am asking myself as a stare into the corner of my life where beauty should be rearing it's lovely head in a frenzy of paint splatter. Hopefully I will call this period of my life a hiatus, and I will somehow pull through.
This is not true, according to Marsha Sinetar in her book To Build the Life You Want, Create the Work You Love: The spiritual dimension of Entrepreneuring, a book that I am currently reading. I normally never go for the self-help type books, but somehow I was coerced into reading it. So far I am still on the chapter that waxes poetic about how awesome and helpful this book is. We shall see.
I am at a strange point in my career, do I become a teacher? Do I become an artist? Do I pick up my previous, vaguely art-related career where I left off? These are the questions I am asking myself as a stare into the corner of my life where beauty should be rearing it's lovely head in a frenzy of paint splatter. Hopefully I will call this period of my life a hiatus, and I will somehow pull through.
Labels:
Artist's block,
books,
hiatus,
hope
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