{"id":667,"date":"2011-03-06T08:37:38","date_gmt":"2011-03-06T15:37:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=667"},"modified":"2011-03-06T20:57:45","modified_gmt":"2011-03-07T03:57:45","slug":"creativity-manifest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=667","title":{"rendered":"Creativity Manifest"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>For years I considered myself a visual artist. I have a basement full of work as evidence. Paintings at least, are easier to store than sculptures. I have two very large wood pieces I carved in Japan,\u00a0propped up in our tiny living room. They are superb dust collectors. I remember chiseling away at them for hours outside my little house in Kyoto. The wood is eucalyptus and carving released potent oils into the air. \u00a0My sinuses were always clear.<\/p>\n

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Believe me, I am even less delusional about my talent as an artist than as a writer, but I do have some pieces I like living with — like those big, old chunks of wood. But\u00a0I don’t miss the stuff necessary to paint or sculpt or the ‘stuff’ (now art?) you are left with when you are done. What to do with it all? When my artist friends and I go to the Catskills for our week of retreat, it takes them many trips to\u00a0unload the boxes of supplies and un-wieldly pads of paper and canvas. \u00a0I get to prance upstairs with my laptop. Okay… and bags of books I think I’ll read and don’t. The process of writing is so streamlined compared to the visual arts. And in the end, finding and settling into the place where creating comes from, and staying there for as long as possible, (ah, those summer retreats!) feels the same bliss to me.<\/p>\n

Well, almost. Sometimes, I miss the smells, the excitement and immediacy of making something. The physicality of ripping up paper for collages, the trance-like state of carving a piece of wood. The really <\/em>gut feeling when something works – the incredible, physical burst of energy when I can’t stop working on the thing. It comes from a different place — a place I haven’t been to in a long time.<\/p>\n

I made a stab at getting back to work when M was about 5 or so. The painting in this photo is one of those. I have no memory of the title of the piece or where it is now. \u00a0I suspect it is buried with whatever paints I still have left.\u00a0I really don’t like it, so if it is in the basement, it’s staying there. I see on that canvas and in my eyes, a miserable heart being smothered. I remember standing in that bank where I hung my paintings in the hope I’d sell something — a finger in the dyke of financial, spiritual and emotional chaos of living with an addict.<\/p>\n

Maybe this summer, I’ll pack a small box of supplies and re-visit this visual-art territory again just to see what comes out. I wonder – will my happier state translate into a better painting?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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