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Later, I began studying artists, and my newfound knowledge offered me perspective and a new and raw depth of curiosity for the artist, his history and of course, his craft. I began noticing similarities in different pieces from the same artist. My favorite of all time became impressionistic and post-impressionistic art, and most specifically, Vincent Van Gogh. His “Irises” was my favorite, and not just because of its beauty, but also for its beginnings and creator. Van Gogh painted “Irises” in 1889, just after he had committed himself into an asylum in France after bouts of self-mutilation. Inspired by nature and his surroundings, he painted some 130 pieces while in the asylum. He expressed his pain, healing, insight and wisdom through his art. He was a raw, prime example of a tortured and starving artist, one from which many subsequent artists down through history have gleaned much inspiration.
And how could they not? He was a man who lived his art, albeit walking a thin line between reality and insanity. Practically every brushstroke from his work has been scrutinized, critiqued, appraised, studied and copied over the years. For me, it is a rare treat to visit a gallery where one of his works is featured. A humbling experience indeed.
And so it is with writing. My art. And many of yours, as well. I studied the great writers, and American Literature was always my favorite. Emerson, Thoreau, Dickinson, and Poe gave me hundreds of hours of pleasure, and still do on occasion.
However, now my writing has taken its position on the front-burner of my life. I am working on a novel that is ‘working on me’ as I write each page. Up until now and this book, I didn’t understand what putting myself completely into my craft was. I didn’t understand the frustration, the sweat, the loss of sleep…..the joy, the sense of accomplishment, and the pride that comes with finally working on something that is completely of my own building and design.
I understand now. I understand those starving artists and those writers who made their life’s work putting their stories on paper. Oh, I don’t even pretend to think I am anywhere near that level of dedication and professionalism, not to mention expressionism. What I've learned from studying art and studying writers is that depth of expressionism comes from many wells: talent, life-experience, knowledge, spirit, perspective, and change.
And? I understand why I am so driven to write.
And? I am thankful every day that I have this love of writing inside me. Writing is my art. My craft. And I’m finally letting myself create. And there’s nothing quite like it.
How do you feel about your writing? Is it for escapism? Amusement? Or is it a deeper, driven influence?
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