I am a busy person and although that is not a bad thing, it is something I continue to struggle with as I have a tendency to get myself too busy. And this does not bode well for my creative juices. Do you ever feel the same way?
Being busy all of the time keeps our minds working. This sounds good but actually think about it; our minds are constantly working. So our brains never have the freedom to roam which is vital for creativity.
Inspired by Marie Kenny, a minimalist blogger who has started the challenge on Instagram for people to schedule some white space into their day through her hashtag challenge #ABreathOfWhiteSpace I have been using a breath of white space to boost my creativity.
It's been a year since my last post.
Yet there's been a lot going on and so much to say.
Many concepts to think about and questions to ask.
Innumerable ideas to explore and techniques try.
I could go on but I'll leave it for another post.
More writings coming soon!
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Saying yes to one thing means saying no to another thing. This is a truth that has become all too real to me at the moment. What usually occurs is that I commit in advance to one thing and then it seems a hundred and one other – just as great – opportunities pop up closer to the time and I result in saying no to all of them because I have already committed myself to something else. I’m almost resentful of the first thing. But then the dates arrive and I am glad in my decision and resolve to not be flaky and unreliable.
Does this sound familiar? It’s not always the result of bad planning and bad time management. Sometimes everything you want and could do is literally all in the same week or weekend or year. And you have to make a choice and say no to somethings that will pinch a bit to say no to.
We just have to trust that there are other opportunities; other times will arise when we can go and do that other thing which we wanted to do.
Or just stop saying yes to anything unless it’s completely last minute and so you can’t possibly have anything else come up within that time which would clash so… Risky move though isn’t it? And yes, something else will come up to show you that you can’t be that stupid and that clever at the same time. It just will.
And so I repeat: We have to trust that there will be more opportunities; different times again will come, and then we will go and we will do the next thing we which were meant to do.
Where there’s a plan, there’s a way. Sometimes you have to say no to one good thing in order to do the thing you were meant to do. And then see where that leads.
When reality and make belief collide they create a fantastic cocktail of art that is relatable and also can make you think critically, that can challenge you, that is emotionally stimulating and exciting.
In regards to real life, to us a as people we perform a similar collision. Beneath the surface of a lot people is their true reality. And what they show us is a facade and we see and belief in what we have been given.
If art is a form of expression but the unreal masquerades as the real to almost be deceptive... How do you respond to expressions of lies?
I could see warm light escaping onto the street from my destination. Excitement bubbling, I entered the room and was welcomed by pockets of people talking to each other. I smiled and nodded at the waitress, now a familiar face to each other. I noticed a tall man in the middle, wearing a suit and with a quiff of silvery grey hair on his head, immediately noticing me, the newcomer and spying the ukulele case on my shoulder. Although having said that, I did stand out. I'm five feet tall and was wearing a large wide brimmed black hat, with a baggy – meant to be meant in a stylish way – green wool coat, long hair draped around my shoulders and carrying a ukulele. If I was looking to blend into any sensible crowd now wasn't the time to do so.
'There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.' - Ernest Hemingway
A hard and long time had passed. The trees have died with your many ideas and one sprout remains which you cling to and tend to, until - finally - it is a thought good enough to be an idea.
Not just an idea but your idea. Your thought. You've clung to it, you've developed it and now society agrees with you when you implicitly state by way of showcase that you own it.
It started with this doodle. I drew it with a thought of it's personal meaning to me whilst listening to someone give a talk. It reflects a lot of the process I go through as an artist;
I write one line of lyric or poetry and it becomes the line looking for the song it can belong to and be with. My poor poetry.
I doodle on scraps of paper as I did then and when the time comes to put these papers in the recycling bin I hesitate and think 'Oh... Maybe I can use this for something...?' And my brain works on being inspired by something that was never truly inspiring and seeks to recycle - or 'upcycle' - doodles of chairs, lines about love or two chord progressions into something usable. My poor art.
What do you do when you have hit a wall? The Smart find a way to climb around it. The Determined push through it. The Shy back away from it. The Realist accepts that they may be looking at a wall but in another direction, there is only rubble. Or is that the Optimist? Or the Hopeful?
Reality injected itself into my system in that moment. I will never use this doodle again.
I can't use everything. It has a meaning to me now which I'll forget when I look at it and I can remember the theory without the awfully drawn recording. And suddenly a greater thought appears: There is so much I will create that is not only of a standard I am uncomfortable with, but also is unsuitable for further development.
Accepting, after the process has been begun or is done, however short, that not everything can be pushed into work is hard when you have worked and worked on something. Not every line will be a line in a song. You are sorry to let it go. However some writings should simply stay as thoughts and musings. That is their identity.
It is very tempting to bleed into your work and then feel dejection as if your blood has been wasted when half of that notepad sees the recycling bin. But the glimmer and shine of this sadness is that there will be more. There will be more ideas. More thoughts, more musings. More triggers and developments into actual usable material which you then use to create work better than before. That is the Hopeful meeting the Realist. You disregard flippancy and value contribution and worth. But you own the huge freedom in learning to not be so precious over an idea that you insist upon it, when you need to accept that it is time to progress and simply to move on from it.
What happened to my doodle? It went into the recycling bin. But what happened to the three lines of lyric I wrote almost a year ago and couldn't find a fit for?... Well a month ago it found it's song. Only some things will ever be used. And now I'm going to go and bleed some more.
I started playing the Ukulele about three years ago. Now I frequently write songs on it.
I started plating the keyboard four years ago. Now I'm in a band and frequently play in other groups. oh and I write songs on that too.
You never know what might happening when you just start playing.
A professional Director and performer once advised me not to include amateur dramatics on my Actor’s CV.
I followed his advice and deleted it, although a little mournfully. I still take part in amateur dramatics. Currently I’m the Evil Witch in Sleeping Beauty and I am learning throughout the process and I am giving the best performances I can give.
Yet you can understand why it may not be appropriate to include my amateur experience on a CV for a professional job. We’ve all experienced someone not yet ready for the stage yet determined to be on it anyway, then we know why Hamlet said:
One of the scariest things about theatre is claiming that your thoughts have merit: that they are of worth and worth knowing for that brief moment. The sort of saying that what you said is of such value that after sharing it people should partake by either witnessing or even at its most horrific: engaging with it.
Such a fear I have of cultivating pride that I have developed an acute inferiority to my own creativity and the power I think that I can possess. I feel so small and insignificant which is a dangerous thought for any human being to have, because it is an infectious disease that targets your most wonderful qualities and skills, for example your creativity. Its symptoms include paralysis – either of the mind, thus stopping you from imagining in the first place, normally through fear – or paralysis of the will so that once you have created something from your inner parts you can never bring yourself to share it with anyone…Sometimes not even yourself for fear of indulgence.
I have discovered that although I will always be small physically, I am not a small person because we were each created ourselves to have a unique presence. And which we all do. That alone is captivating and I can spend all day enjoying the beauty of other people’s presences. However my being does not stop there.
Why would one consider their creations to always be relevant to their beings instead of two separate entities?
“Those who are lost in their passion are less lost than those who have lost their passion.”
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Clare Louise Roberts
Singer Songwriter, Actress, Poet and all round Creative, passionate about sharing, ideas, collaboration and seeing other people develop their skills and passions.
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