I’m on Week 2 of Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way–this is the week focused on Recovering A Sense of Identity.
This is the most important part of the week’s readings for me:
‘One of the great misconceptions about the artistic life is that it entails greath swathes of aimlessness. The truth is that a creative life involves great swathes of attention. Attention is a way to connect and survive.”
I am currently feeling mired in great swathes of aimlessness. Focus and attention are hard.
Still. small steps.
My big task for last week was to take myself on an Artist’s Date. I don’t think I actually managed that. I keep on looking at the things that I did last week… and I don’t think I filled the well. How do you fill the well during a lockdown… when you fucking can’t stand looking at your computer any more?
So. This week… we will try again. Very very modestly. Stores are open, so I will go to a stationery store and look at notebooks and pens. And perhaps I will draw a little. Maybe my artist’s date can be just that small: looking at pens and notebooks. Or, looking at scarves and blankets at Value Village.
Can a bath be an artist’s date? But is that not another great swathe of aimlessness?
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