There always seems to come a time when I have spent energy on a big artistic push, and the sense of completion starts to fade, and I wonder whether or not I will ever make anything again.
It's irrational. I know the feeling won't stay (praise the heavens), but I often find myself in my panic. It is in these times that I rearrange furniture and clean my studio, debate shaving my head, and then look to my muses for distractions/inspirations.
Today's distraction/inspirational idea comes from the ever amazing Neko Case. In between ever amusing tweets about stacking wood and dead items her cat brings her (that jerk) was this gem. "Find a question and fall in love with it."
Creative Brain becomes a crash test dummy.
What does it look like to fall in love with a question? Would you pursue it, be infatuated by it, think about it all the damn time, learn all the facets of it, be mesmered by it, look at it from the passenger side as you drive north at sunset, enjoying all the curves of it's silhouetted face? Would you whisper it under your breath in different accents, write it in cursive on scrap pieces of paper? Would you tattoo it on yourself? Would you become so intimate with this question that you start to smell like your question? Start to look like your question? But then, what about the answer? Does it then become a love triangle? Why am I personifying the question? Why can't I love the question like I love my dog? Why does the question have to give me something in return? Is the question a practical one? Or a rhetorical one?
My brain wants to go on and on and on about both the nature of love and the nature of questions and the nature of answers, but that would distract from the instruction.
"Find a question and fall in love with it."
(to be continued when I find a question)
I have lots. About art, life, creativity, earth, love, etc.