conversations about art
I am as everyone knows, a big writer and reader of long letters. Generally I’m fascinated by the language of things but by none more so than the way that two people communicate ideas to one another slowly over time. Skillfully written letters (even by email) unfurl, beautifully, whether building thematically or chasing their own tails or even flitting from one point to another, as so often do mine. They reveal, like miniature biographies, hand tailored to each reader.
(But, Enough of my waxing poetics about… well the same things I usually wax poetics about and lets talk about something… I usually talk about. )
I was reading back and came across this tidbit from my brilliant friend, Daniel, and was amazed as though I had never read it before at his perception of the art making proces in general and specifically about my constant anxiety about creating. I read it again today and thought it was much too insightful not to share:
Do trees have an easy time making leaves? I always imagined that they have as much trouble, angst, anxiety, and doubt about that each spring as we have about love, art, and breathing.
Anyway, who is qualified to judge whether you’ve struggled with your overworked words like an unpolished amateur or spilt onto the page the finest prose like a painter thoughtlessly putting brushstrokes onto canvas, as amazed as any observer that a beautiful form emerges?
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