…many exciting things to come, been doing lots of writing, watch this space for updates soon!
Letter-writing project
As a child, although debateable that I have left that stage now, my mother would pay me 20p per letter I would write. 20 pence as an incentive, as a reification of the more abstract values that letter-writing can have. I have written many letters over the years, and although I run a small loss on each letter now - paying for postage and cards - I still feel I am making this small gain.
A letter, like a kōan, can offer a succinct provocation by probing for elucidation on certain themes, by offering love, by situating a nebulous thought, by making physical a moment in time, and thereby offering a slice of mind. One moment of now, which may be the culminated marination of many thoughts and feelings dwelling in the shaded corners of your heart.
I have been wondering lately, what it means or could mean to be an artist. Or to be a creative. Are some people artists and some not? Am I a creative if I find I have not made ‘art’ for some time? Was I ever? Does the very questioning indicate I may lack in this element? Or is this line of questioning all wank?
I do not know.
In the fall and winter, I often find it hard to tell if my questions are bearing fruits or bitter berries, or wank. However, what I can say is that asking these questions, and the at times quivering uncertainty of their answer gives me a small kernel of fear, curiosity and motivation. My obsequious intention is that through a letter-writing project, and the accountability of documentation here on this site; I can continue with these questions of the heart, and offer them to others.
20 pence not included.