Jon made a pretty spiffy comment to my last post:
Emptiness. Fullness comes from emptiness, and moves towards emptiness. Be empty about the strict pictures/intentions you have for your art, and Isness will direct what needs to be into the space you create.
What I really like about this is leaving the specific details to work themselves out. I got to class tonight during a discussion on making art, begun by one person's comment that she gets "all bottled up" trying to do some kinds of work; she makes some really lovely loose little sculptures but was a disaster at a couple more functional pieces, today.
And I was again uninspired to make anything. Life had provided plenty of material, but none of it mattered. I'd gotten a parking ticket for no apparent reason while I'd been at work, I registered to vote, had dinner. Before class, the phone rang as I was changing into my favorite ratty jeans and my toe caught an existing hole as I hurried to pull them on, making it much larger. The call was my mother, to call my grandmother; exciting family news. And yes, it was exciting, but not...
In last night's movie, "Adaptation", Charlie Kaufmann is advised, "find the one thing you care about, and write about that." So, I suppose, find the one thing you care about, and let the art be about or around or something to that. Well, in theory, at least.
I'm not sure what I care about. It's awfully easy to let things go on around me and not be touched by them; I nearly went kayaking tonight because the weather is so lovely. Different sort of meditation. (Here I paused writing for easily ten minutes.) That's it - what I'm really interested in is experience.
Not oddly, that's what my art and architecture have been about all along. Including the nice little pieces made tonight.