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July 20, 2009
Why do some people mistake impulsivity with creativity? Although I do
believe that almost everyone has some creativity in her/his soul, how is it that it can so easily be confused with impulsive,
rash and sometimes reckless behavior? Perhaps because creativity and the creative process is so difficult for those
who actually have it to explain, the veneer of the process is all others see and thereby confuse it with quick impulsive acts.
How often have artists really said that an enormous amount of work and thought empower creativity. The 10,000-hour rule
(it takes 10,000 hours at any skill to become an expert at it) with very, very few exceptions most definitely applies here
and the skill acquired by those 10,000 hours almost never makes you an expert in other skills/fields. Unless more than
one skill was being worked on during those 10,000 hours - multi-taskers are ahead here.
This observation is directly
related to spending the weekend trying to work with someone who thinks he’s an expert and creative about landscaping,
when all of the above apply - without exceptions. He’s spent maybe 180 hours of working on the landscaping during
his 36 years of living here. But now that he’s finally looked outside, he has all these great ideas and he wants
to do what he wants to do. I’ve explained that, since he is an expert on cars, I want to run my car on recycled
water, not gasoline, which is too expensive. Water would be much more environmentally friendly and I think my idea is
as good as his ideas on the landscape. Oh – did I not consider what it would do to the engine? Well we’d
worry about that later just like what would happen if we went forward with his landscape ideas without considering the impact
on the trees and shrubs already there. I think he may have gotten the point or I hope he did.
9:11 am edt
July 7, 2009
Couldn’t sleep – so I went for a walk - a little over a
mile and a half. The full moon was so bright; I didn’t need my flash light. Except for when I pulled a few
weeds in my street side flowerbeds on my way back. The gardens are slowly returning to some of their former splendor,
but there is still so much work to do. It was unusually quiet on the road with only an occasional hum from an air conditioning
unit and the sound of the “rubber band” frogs, when I passed the pond.
My sculpture has remained covered
for almost two weeks and I’m not yet ready to uncover it and work. But I am thinking about it and contemplating
a rather major change, which is part of my hesitation to begin work on it again.
Much to my surprise, I find that
I like facebook, well not so much all the info that comes on the news feed page. But I like the easy
way that links and photos are uploaded and shared and the cost is a plus. Socializing, on the other hand, isn’t
exactly my thing. I had to join in order to see my nephew’s artwork on his facebook page and
it has grown on me. How do some people find the time to post there everyday?
4:00 am edt
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