I Dream of Alchemy

September 24th, 2007

These are just a few of the dozens of pens, pencils, crayons, pastels, watercolors, Sharpies and and paintbrushes on my desk. And one fat soft black Graphite stick that I bought in an art store because I loved the way it looked. Its heft made me feel I would produce something weighty with it. So far, the only result has been doodles and black dust on my fingers. I will never be a real artist, but I love to draw and color and cut and paste, always hoping for some amazing accidental alchemical creative reaction. Arthur Koestler said, “Creativity is the defeat of habit by originality,” and habit is my worst enemy. The habit of looking in the same direction today as I did yesterday. The habit of tackling a writing assignment like a sumo wrestler instead of a tightrope walker or a trapeze artist. The habit of waking up expecting nothing much new instead of wondering who I’m meant to meet today or what astonishment is waiting for me to get out of bed. If I take the time to fool around with pens and paints and poems, to waste time, I can eventually lead myself into a state of creative grace. Or allow myself to be called out to play.

2 Responses to “I Dream of Alchemy”

  1. Diane says:

    I’m so glad you are back blogging! I am happy at the thought of reading your thoughts on a regular basis and, thereby, increasing the possibility of looking at my world differently. You go ahead and keep renting that room in Fridaville. I just want to be able to stop by from time to time to visit. Thanks for changing the balance of things again. I selfishly look forward to where your postings will take me. – Diane

  2. clk says:

    DIane – amen to that !!!