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Lessons Art Taught Me About Writing

I’ve always had a warped sense of how things should be. It is the thing that most often brings me down. I had this dream of writing the perfect first draft of a novel, no revision necessary. Yes, you can laugh, it is quite funny. But, I had developed a bad habit in college of sitting down at the last minute and writing papers (even if it took all night), and it had worked really well for me. I trained myself to self edit as I wrote, and after many, many, many years in college, it became a natural way for me to write. It wasn’t that I didn’t do revisions, but I wrote/edited/revised all at the same time, and all in one sitting. This did not carry over well to novel writing. It was impossible for me to sit down and write a novel in one sitting, and so I got stuck, and then I quit writing altogether.

Enter art.

Unfortunately, my bad habit of trying to create in one sitting has carried over to my art practice. I sometimes spend upwards of eight hours working on a piece. I forget to eat. I forget to drink. I forget everything but creating. I am working on changing that, but it seems to be something that is hardwired in my brain. Even when I try to walk away, my mind is buzzing with ideas about it, and I end up going back to it. Despite this bad-habit carryover, I have learned a very important lesson from the process of creating art. What art taught me, what creating art has helped me to see, is that my art can look like total shit, and I can think there is no hope for it, but then I add another layer, and maybe another layer, and maybe just one more layer, and then something beautiful emerges. I cannot tell you how many times I have looked at a piece of art when I am done and wonder how in the hell, me, who started out with zero artistic talent, could create something so beautiful out of nothing.

It took me a while to believe this could be applied to my writing, too. With my writing, I had always believed I needed to have everything perfectly planned out first. But with my art, I have learned that it is okay to jump right in, throw a bunch of shit at the page, and see what comes out. This has helped me to let go of “perfect first draft” syndrome. And now that I am nearing the end of the second draft of my first novel, I am getting excited about starting on the third draft. This kind of thinking would never have been possible without my experience creating art.

Image by Alexandr Ivanov from Pixabay

Art · Art of Manifesting Quest

Internal Compass: More Layers

I’m not feeling particularly motivated to create today. I’ve got a lot I’m still trying to process, and the kindest thing I can do for myself is to just relax and let all the loose threads I’ve got dangle for another day.

For today’s creative practice, I added two more layers to my internal compass. The layers were specifically from visions that I had during my meditation practice.

In the meditations, I saw a web with silver spirals wrapped around each strand and blue light flowing from the center through each strand. I saw a dragonfly buzzing near my right temple which I added to the North section of the compass. I saw a woman sitting in lotus pose with a spiral cord in her center and bright, white lights emanating from her like beacons, and I added her to the center Space. And throughout the meditations, there was a large, black, fierce cat alongside me. I put a picture of her hunting in the East and West and a picture of her lying in wait in the North and South.

I had this great idea to add all the images using clear gesso, but it pulled up and mixed with the blue paint making it difficult to see them. I think that worked out perfectly, though, because the feeling I get is that the blue energy is a protective barrier covering the entirety of my internal compass.