NaBloPoMo DAY 28:
Have you ever been hypnotized by a work of art, that it spoke to you with such clarity you couldn’t take your eyes off of it?
Well, that’s exactly how I felt when I first saw this piece. It felt as though it had been made for me and only me. I was completely mesmerized. Such a stunning, vibrant work of art!
The work is titled “Sketchbook.” The artist is Richard Curtner, but to me the piece is all about writing. Which is why I think Curtner is so creative. He uses words, or textual collage, to create art. This is just one of many works he has produced. Each one has a different subject, but they’re all made up of words he’s clipped from magazines, old books and the like.
I discovered this piece, which is signed by the artist and now hangs in my home, about a year after I started blogging. I think I love it so much because in starting this blog, I reawakened in myself a passion I had long ago squelched. Not deliberately, not strategically, but by circumstances of life. By choices I made.
In my youth I loved to write. I enjoyed spinning a good yarn and writing was very much a part of my life. I continued writing all through college. But then entering the work force, falling in love, getting married and having children made writing do the following:
Take a back seat in my life.
It was so far back, you could say, it was in the trunk of the car, locked and sealed shut. For nearly two decades. Like a sleeping giant, it was forgotten, somewhere in the dark crevices of my mind.
Then divorce happened. Bleak and miserable as it was, divorce changed my life. For the better. No sooner did the D-word (I mean “divorce,” silly) creep into my vocabulary that I discovered a therapist who used journaling and group therapy as a way to help her patients survive trauma (life divorce). Boy, did it ever!
I cannot explain how I feel when writing, but that class helped stir something inside me that could not be contained. I looked forward to my weekly therapy, and was the first to raise my hand at each session, just so I could read what I wrote in response to whatever homework assignments she’d give us the week before.
“Oh, pick me, pick me, PICK ME!” My heart would clamor, unable to contain the words that wanted to fly out of me.
The journaling therapy lasted a year, at which time the group disbanded. I fell back into my routine of working, raising my kids, and going out with friends. I forgot about writing. Which meant:
The sleeping giant returneth.
When my youngest went off to college, I rediscovered writing through blogging, which opened new doors for me. Here I am, four years later, the proud owner of two blogs (this one and one that I do for work) and also a freelance reporter for three local newspapers. And you know something?
I LOVE IT!
I love the writer’s life! I want to shout it from the rafters. There is nothing more soothing, more magical, more heart-thumping, or more exhilarating than using words to craft a story, an essay or a poem.
True, the writer’s life is lonely. But give me this life any day! I will never, ever let the sleeping giant sneak back into my life. Let me say that again:
I will NEVER stop writing again. Okay, maybe never is too strong a word, but you know what I mean. To paraphrase Moses (aka, Charlton Heston), they’ll have to pry this keyboard from my cold dead hands!
Thank you, Charlton Heston, for that line. It’s so apropos because that’s how I feel. The way you felt about guns, is the way I feel about writing.
And now, some photos I’ve taken this month. Let me know what you think!
Note: NaBloPoMo is in the homestretch! Yippee!
I’m awarding a prize to one lucky reader–the one person who has commented on the most posts this month. If there’s a tie, I’ll do a drawing and announce the winner in early December.
In the meantime, Happy Black Friday!