7.10.2012

make do

I always have these grand plans for research studies and book writing and paradigm shifts and no real way to start them because I don't have
1) an independent financial backer
2) good time management skills
3) motivation to do anything further than make grand plans

My big idea last year was to get a bunch of different kinds of artists together and discuss/publish how art isn't really something you make, it's something you do.

Art isn't something you make, it's something you do.
It isn't about the final product, it's about the process.

Writing is therapeutic for most people who would happen upon this post.  Writing something that other people want to read is a gift, a talent, a blessing, a skill.
Writing things that other people want to read has nothing to do with anything remotely therapeutic.  Just about anyone can feel better by writing things down.  People write things down all the time and throw them away.  Burn them.  Drop them in the mail to nowhere.  To God.  To an old home address.  Why not do other arts the same way?

I read something somewhere about how we can tell children are developing a sense of shame because they stop doing art just for the sake of doing art.
They begin to try to make art.
Make good art.
Make good art that pleases others.

How sad that was for me to watch Jacob stop doing drawing  How sad it was to see him frustrated because his hand can't put on paper what his imagination can put in his mind.
How sad it is for me that I knew exactly how he felt.

He hasn't stopped doing singing yet.  Or doing dancing.  Or doing painting.  Or doing Play Dohing.  Or doing one thousand other things that make me happy just to watch.  That make me jealous because I can't do those things without trying to make those things please others.

I've learned that what we see at shows and in galleries and online and in stores is just a tiny fraction of the art that "real" artists do.  What we see has been done and re-done and worked and re-worked and practiced and rehearsed and criticized and done again.  There is a lot of stuff that gets mailed to nowhere.  Filed under G.  Materials are never wasted, they are used.  Expensive canvases are used many times before being tossed in the trash and leather-bound journals are scratched up and filled up and torn up and blackmarket cadmium pigments that cost more than a month's rent are rinsed down the drain.  Every day.
And it's okay.
And who even likes half of what they see at shows and in galleries and online and in stores?  Not me.  I think most things are terrible.  Aren't good.  Aren't art.  But I'm wrong.

There's a saying that says something stupid like dance as though no one is watching.  I hate that saying.  But it holds a truth.  We need to stop dancing as though those who are watching actually care about how we are dancing.  Because they don't.  They are just happy we are dancing.
 It's like what you were told in seventh grade.  No one is watching you because they are all so busy worrying about you watching them. 

Homework for today: do your art.  Do two arts.  Hell, do every kind of art you can think of during the day.  Don't worry about what you  make.  Concentrate on what you do.

The art of
drawing,
shaving,
singing,
kissing,
dancing,
helping,
building,
litigating,
conversation,
sculpting,
eating,
loving,
reading,
crying,
writing,
painting,
arithmetic,
driving,
childrearing,
sewing,
playing,
whistling,
strumming,
fingering,
drumming,
photographing,
collaging.
journaling,
acting,
advocating,
listening,
teaching,
touching,
weaving,
cooking,
laughing,
flying,
joking,
doing.

8 comments:

Señorita Andalucíana said...

Awesome post :) You know I always do stuff and then I give it away because I'm never satisfied with it or I'm bored with it.

I knit and have kept only one item. Everything else I've given away because I was done with it. I love to try new and more complicated patterns but once mastered I become bored, moving on to something new.

When I draw, I never feel like I'm done so I put it away or give it away so it's not sitting there reminding me of it's incompleteness. Weird? I guess I don't make, I just do.

Avitable said...

I always love your posts. I write because it feels good and sometimes I don't care if anyone's watching. Sometimes I do.

I sing when nobody's around, though.

RuthWells said...

I adore you.

SueAnn Lommler said...

Yes...so true. Process is the key!! JUst do it...it says on a plaque in my husbands office. Simple but true
Hugs
SueAnn

Heather said...

I bought my kids the faux washi colored transparent masking tape at Tarjay and gave them free reign to tape up pictures and 'fashion designs' all over the hallway walls. I pin stuff on Pinterest just because I like pretty stuff. No guilt in thinking enjoying pretty stuff is a waste of time. All the photos I've taken but not printed, well that's a novel of art in itself. Being in the moment is worth more. xo

Keystone said...

I am glad you are pregnant!
Being pregnant again is finally making you see the brevity of time we have with children.

They are actually complete, little people, who happen to reside with us....until they don't.

I was a single parent, and my girls were 9 years apart, with 3 lost between and in heaven already.

But I noticed with them, what you are now realizing with Jake. Time with them is brief...oh so BRIEF.

1/2 is over next year!
Why?
7 years is one half of your time with them, a time of dependence. We are needed.

The next 7 years morphs into a time of independence. By age 14-ish, parents get dumber every year and no longer relevant to the child, as they finally see themselves as little people grown to big people.

Age 14 to 18 is for friends. It is a period of rush out the door, to school, practice, dates, fun, life, sadly, some selfishness too.

Being pregnant (and btw, for a preggo you look great in the NYC photos; your smile blooms from deep inside), the brevity of time so far with Jake shows you life on a railroad track.
The farther you look down the track, the two wide rails at your side merge and disappear.

Kids merge and disappear before your eyes, over time not distance.
You are now in the midst of Art, of "make do" with your very own children.

The moment they pop their heads out, they are on the track and working toward the point of merge....
and disappear on ya.

Don't just make "art", Lora. make rituals and the art comes back to you annually at various times of the year, as rituals as simple as looking at the Perseids Meteor every August late at night, building wishes on "falling stars" is done by you, and them...even when they are off to college.

Blow a dandelion puff of white in the spring and watch it scatter together.

Skip stones on the water somewhere.

Plant a tiny 6 inch tree and snap a picture by it every year. The tree often grows faster than the child, but the pics and memories stay put forever.

Make a secret whistle sound that means "Here I am; come on". My dad did that for 12 kids and when that whistle was heard at the grocery, aisles of kids emptied as it was time to check out.
One sister could not whistle.

She stood in an aisle as a little girl lost and went
"wew-wew-wew-wew-wew-wew-wew-wew" and we all knew she was lost. People all around thought she was pathetic, or in pain, but she was just no good at whistling. Still can't as an adult, so when we want her to come, all of us go "wew-wew-wew-wew-wew" in the pitch my dad created--an art---and she feels wanted all over.

Pregnancy is just as fast, albeit the kid won't leave or ignore you the last few months, blessfully.
But the first third is barf, the next third is take a picture of the belly---a practice now extended to 9 months instead of three in the middle, because Demi Moore went naked as a preggo on a magazine cover, now everyone has to do it. Finally, three months of duck waddle and get up to pee every night too many times.

But now, instead of looking at just one Jake, you are framing a second work of art. And ALL art is framed in the dimension of time.

fever is a lovely way to burn...
lora is a lovely way to smile!

Yours truly said...

I'm jealous that I can't Lego without directions.

Andrea (ace1028) said...

A few things. #1 - before I even read this I was coming to tell you that I tweeted about you: (yes, I'm trying to win a pass to BlogHer and save money, but it's the thought that counts here) ... https://twitter.com/goodgirlgonered/status/223611458313912321

And #2. Since you're not on FB you don't know that I was just promoting the hell out of this thing for a blogging friend, and it's totally related to your post right now:

http://theselittlewaves.com/blog/call-for-submissions-pens-and-paint/

And lastly. ... I love you, woman. Seriously. Do. Le sigh. Enough. That is all.