Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Sometimes I think I like trees better than people....Me
So much of my writing comes from my life in other worlds, other cultures....Me
A mile of elephants with sand at their feet ...create the equivalent of what I felt. G. O' Keefe
I too see elephants in the dunes of the southwest....ME
Since I cannot sing, I paint....G. O' Keefe
Since I cannot sing, I write...I try to paint...I create from what I see and feel and hear....ME
I live for now in the Southwest...Georgia O'Keefe country.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
"If you paint children you must have no patronizing attitude toward them. Whoever approaches a child without humility, without wonderment, and without infinite respect misses in his judgement of what is before him."
Indeed the same is true of writing for children.
I was at the Georgia O'Keefe museum in Santa Fe in January. The travel exhibit of the work of Robert Henri had much to inspire as did the work of O'Keefe.
So much of what Henri says about painting resonates with the writer.
The artist should be intoxicated with the idea of the thing he wants to express. (Robert Henri)
Do whatever you do intensely. (Robert Henri)
You will never draw the sense of a thing unless you are feeling it at the time you work. (Robert Henri)
Pretend you are dancing or singing a picture. A worker or painter should enjoy his work, else the observer will not enjoy it. (Robert Henri)
For more of Henri's quotes about painting and art and life that will also apply to the writer in us all see:
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Last weekend found me in Silverton Co. for the last of the season's snowshoeing. The trail was rutted with snowmobile tracks and the snow slushy. But this tiny town nestled in the San Juan mountains offers plenty for the writer's imagination.
It is impossible for a writer to "turn off" even when poor conditions challenge tired muscles .
Silverton smacks of the wild west and is all about setting. Every nook and cranny offers up colorful local detail. I would love to imbed myself here and write. For now I settle for photos and soak up place. After all it is all about location, location, location.
A strong setting here but what about character? I find my self wondering who is the child who lives here? Who explores the abandoned buildings? Who built and plays with this unique wagon?
In a town this size there can only be a handful of children the same age. Perhaps these sleds are enough for you and all of your friends.
Character. Who are the mother's, wives, women who erected this Christ of the Miners to look after the husband's, boys, sons, men who risked their lives in the mines?
And what about plot?
A hike to the grave yard suggests a number of plots and subplots with twists and turns all along the way.
It's all there. Mine explosion, Soiled Doves(think prostitute) a benevolent Madam, suicide and alcoholism....the imaginings begin and the writer never stops plotting.