Showing posts with label artist way. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artist way. Show all posts

Creative Fun: Drawing!

by Wednesday, July 29, 2009
In the course of doing the Artist Way several times over the past 10 years, I have sought out various avenues of creative expression for my Artist Date. In the second chapter of the book, you are told to make a list of all the things you have wished to do, but never made the time or gave yourself permission to do. One of my big ones was drawing and illustration. Just never made the time.

Enter DrawSpace.
http://www.drawspace.com/

There are lots of online lessons in drawing, from simple shapes to shading, to more detailed lessons in learning how to use scale and proportion and beyond. I thought I would pass it on in case anyone else has a hankerin' to do something crafty, and all ya need is a pencil and a piece of paper. Some of these lessons I would print out and bring with me when I was waiting for class to begin or at a coffee house, or even just my back deck in the sunshine. Enjoy!

Artist's Way snippet...07 vintage...

by Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I have been going back and reading old Artist Way journal entries lately (timely, what with the Breitenbush Retreat being themed with journaling this year). Here is one from fall of 2007.

"Artist's Way, October 11, 2007

I always have high hopes for the day. I look at my beautiful guitar, Marilyn, sitting in the corner, languishing under a thin film of dusty neglect. I do brush her off, lovingly and longingly, every few weeks. But mostly that is to keep people from seeing how dusty my guitar has gotten, and rightfully assume that I am not the acoustic rock star it implies with its very presence in so prominent a location. Surely people walk into my home and as they scan the living room, so vibrantly and creatively decorated ("like the owner" they music admiringly), their eyes drift briefly over my guitar proudly propped up on its stand, and they think "This is the home of a rock star.: They briefly (almost as a subliminal flash) imagine me in my living room, guitar propped up on my knee, perhaps leaning over a over a sheet of music and strumming away at some indiscernible piece of musical prose. Perhaps their image of me goes so far as to place me at a gathering--not unlike one they have likely come to attend this very evening--and everyone is circled around listening to me jam a little. "Let me show you this cool new riff I learned!" (my very casual use of the term 'riff' being a badge of my rock stardom). Or maybe I have learned (or composed!) an irreverent or bawdy little tune about the latest political woes or Brittany Spears' latest breakdown '07. And they laugh and think how clever I am, and how does she find the time?
Yes, I am sure that is what people are likely to think to themselves as they notice my guitar. "This woman is a rock star."

At least, that's what I think when I look at it.

Quickly followed by some guilty realization that I should, you know, play it now and again to earn such an outrageous reputation."

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Artist Way, October 11, 2007

by Monday, March 02, 2009

 

Artist Way, October 11, 2007
I always have high hopes for the day. I look at my beautiful guitar, Marilyn, sitting in the corner, languishing under a thin film of dusty neglect. I do brush her off, lovingly and longingly, every few weeks. But mostly that is to keep people from seeing how dusty my guitar has gotten, and rightfully assume that I am not the acoustic rock star it implies with its very presence in so prominent a location. Surely people walk into my home and as they scan the living room, so vibrantly and creatively decorated ("like the owner" they music admiringly), their eyes drift briefly over my guitar proudly propped up on its stand, and they think "This is the home of a rock star.: They briefly (almost as a subliminal flash) imagine me in my living room, guitar propped up on my knee, perhaps leaning over a over a sheet of music and strumming away at some indiscernible piece of musical prose. Perhaps their image of me goes so far as to place me at a gathering--not unlike one they have likely come to attend this very evening--and everyone is circled around listening to me jam a little. "Let me show you this cool new riff I learned!" (my very casual use of the term 'riff' being a badge of my rock stardom). Or maybe I have learned (or composed!) an irreverent or bawdy little tune about the latest political woes or Brittany Spears' latest breakdown '07. And they laugh and think how clever I am, and how does she find the time?

Yes, I am sure that is what people are likely to think to themselves as they notice my guitar. "This woman is a rock star."

At least, that's what I think when I look at it.

Quickly followed by some guilty realization that I should, you know, play it now and again to earn such an outrageous reputation.

Artist Way, October 12, 2007

by Friday, October 12, 2007

 

Artist Way, October 12, 2007
A snippet from my morning pages during my 2007 Artist Way stint:

"Well, dreams dreams dreams. Nutty, hugely real, eclectic dreams. Of the three I remember from last night, this morning's was the closest to "reality".

I dreamt I was teaching some huge classes at some three-story hippie-facility--live/work, woo-woo decor--and this woman kept on getting in my way. She would turnup the music when a student was talking, used some weird stereo that was hard for me to reach for myself, picking the wrong music, turning it up way too loud. Come to this of it, I think everything she did was somehow tied to controlling the music! Funny since we are in the middle of making a big old music compilation DVD for the troupe. But I don't feel particularly at odds with this project, so I think the dream has larger ramifications...

Anywho, the woman has to leave for some school thing, my classes have gotten smaller and smaller as students have left in annoyance from this woman's antics. I decide to re-group and move my class to a different space within the facility: smaller, better acoustics, etc. I grab a boom box and we gather. I am sitting and go to stand up to review the combo I am teaching, and I fall back down very dizzy. I try to get up again, and fall down, and the whole room spins. I lay there for a bit, feeling foolish and like I am wasting so much of the students' time! I try to slowly come to my feet, and fall a third time.

Then it comes to me--gravity has reversed for me! Which of course makes no sense, and I am far too casual about it. I demonstrate to my students how if I stand on my hands and let go of whatever I am hanging on to, I begin to slide toward the ceiling. My students nod in a mix of amazement and concern. "Could it be this place?" we muse. Is this hippie hang-out some mystical convergence zone? Interestingly, when I sit or lay down and I am fine. It's only when I try to stand up like I usually do that I get dizzy and fall down."

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