Last night I was watching OWN...wait...maybe I shouldn't admit to that right off the bat. Well. Too late. Can't go wrong with Oprah, right? Debate.
Jay-Z was being featured on the new show Master Class. He was talking about the "flow" in art...the words he uses, the way they weave in and out of rhythms and rhymes that he creates/(re)creates...and I began thinking about conversations I've been having with some of my fellow writers/artists/creators/innovators. Why we write. Why we stop writing. What motivates us, unmotivates us. How do we begin to measure the quality of our art in a world inundated by it?
I don't have all the answers, nor do I want them. I see the world the only way I know how. It seems normal for me to be sitting in a car wash, watching the purples/blues/greens of the soap falling down my windshield and immediately thinking, "This would be a great time to try out my new lens." It seems normal to me to be driving on a long stretch of road and watching how the weeds are moving in rhythm on the side of the road for the next several miles. It seems normal to me to be up late one night, begin to fall asleep, and come up with a poem in my head...that I never get up to write down and hope that one night in the future it will find itself there again. You will not always see what I see...some of what I do is made public, some of it is not. And I'd like to keep it that way. I think that's why I've hesitated to create an online blog for so long. But if this new outlet finds other outlets for creating/thinking/(re)creating, it's worth pursuing.
So, we'll see where this open forum takes me...takes us...