Thursday, March 31, 2016
“I have watched so many talented, creative, and inventive people rage against their work, or even worse, stop doing their work because of the frustration that they encountered along the path of whatever it was they were trying to create. And they speak of this frustration as though it is this obstacle from outer space that is ruining everything. All they wanted to do is be creative, and here comes frustration again, just taking all the fun out of it, making it impossible to do this work, and destroying the entire game. And my feeling is, “You guys, you’re mistaking the whole process, because the thing that you’re in love with, and that you’ve gotten infatuated with, is that moment in your creative process when everything is working — all the cylinders are firing at full speed, and the inspiration is flowing, and it feels really easy, and it’s fun, and it’s delightful.” And that’s the aberration. That moment of smooth, easy grace where everything is going great — that is not the normal. That is the miracle that happens every once in a while if you’re very lucky. The frustration, the hard part, the obstacle, the insecurities, the difficulty, the “I don’t know what to do with this thing now,” that’s the creative process. And if you want to do it without encountering frustration and difficulty, then you’re not made for that line of work.” - Elizabeth Gilbert
Fear is boring, and other tips for living a creative life
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Noun: a small box for the gathering and sale of fruit and vegetables, typically small berries. The word is largely confined to Commonwealth countries and is of uncertain origin, but is thought to be a diminutive of "pun", a British dialect word for pound, from the days in which such containers were used as a unit of measurement or from the name of Reginald Crundall Punnett (1875–1967), a geneticist and grower of strawberries who used to sell them in the London market in a small chip basket.
" A seemingly plain green leaf may burst with vivid red shades, while a punnet of tomatoes is a multi-coloured palette of tones..."
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
This is Balboa Park near Sixth and Upas, the halfway point of a 10.4 mile ride. I did pretty well getting up the hills: I got about halfway up the Florida Canyon hill each direction before getting off and walking and I got all the way up the hill to Bird Park. And thank you to the MTS driver for swinging wide around me on Park Blvd.
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Last night I saw a touring production of The Wizard of Oz. I parked in Balboa Park and walked down Third Avenue to the Civic Theater. I forgot that the parking meters downtown don't apply after 6, but the walk down and back was very nice.
"By order of the Great and Powerful Oz, please take a moment to turn off your cell phone. If you don't comply, a house may fall on you, too!"
It was very fun. Lots of gay men in the audience and lots of gay jokes in the show: "I'm a friend of Dorothy's!"
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Dear Ones -
A friend of this page named Charlotte Murphy sent me this photo the other day. She teaches art to fifth graders (first of all, GOD BLESS YOU FOR TEACHING ART TO FIFTH GRADERS, CHARLOTTE) and she has found that already, many of them are too locked-down by fear to be creative. (It starts so early, you guys. It starts so early.)
So, recently, she read them the section of BIG MAGIC where I talk about how fear is allowed to have a seat in the car, when we are being creative, but it's not allowed to drive.
The kids came up with the inspired idea that the art classroom should have a FEAR CHAIR, where fear will be allowed to sit —but not allowed to control everyone's creative process. Each child wrote their fears on the chair, just to get them out. (Please note, if you look closely, the fears range from "tests" to "football"...I love this so much.)
When it's time to create, the kids now understand that they have to send their fear to sit in the FEAR CHAIR...and then they can get back to work.
Notice that the kids don't try to banish their fear (because we all know that's impossible; fear always acts up and throws temper tantrums when we try to banish it) but they bravely give their fear a name, and then give their fear a nice, pretty, respectful chair to sit in. They acknowledge that fear will always be in the room...and then they get back to the business of making things, anyway.
It's such a beautiful idea, and I was so moved by this — by the handmade ritual (all my favorite rituals are handmade) of literally giving fear a seat, but not allowing it to take command.
Just wonderful, Charlotte — and so inspiring! Tell your students that I think they're geniuses, and that soon I'll be making my own FEAR CHAIR, which I will put in a prominent corner of my own writing room, where I can keep a close eye on it. I want my old familiar friend fear to know that I respect its right to be part of my life...but that it must keep its butt placed firmly RIGHT THERE.
In the corner.
And not one inch closer.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
"Everything is everything. After winter, must come spring! Sometimes it seems, we'll touch that dream; but things come slow or not at all, and the ones on top, won't make it stop! So convinced that they might fall. Let's love ourselves, then we can't fail to make a better situation. Tomorrow, our seeds will grow, all we need is dedication." The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill