Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Working Summer 2013, My Healthy Delirium

Please, have a trip::::        

The method. Just being a student, one can feel how much it should matter. It is potentially important for any task. If you are an artist, fitting your creative process with a method will be one of the harder goal of your growth.
During my artistic high school, I've always been told that I had to find a method.
I learnt that being a genius means tough work.
Also, that the "inspiration" is a shitty excuse for losers.
I never stopped to know by my experience that the inspiration is fuckin' real, but I demanded from myself to be able to create even in the eventual complete absence of inspiration, learning also the rules to follow when you are not just dragged by other strange powerful energies.
So, ok, all of this is pretty right, but what if you're inspired most of the times? And your inspiration goes where it wants, although you had different plans? Often my problem is not the absence of the inspiration, but the presence of a strong inspiration which asks you to make a thing exactly when you're doing something else (hey, ask Tom Waits about that). If you have a "regular life" or you're busy, well, many wishes with finding a way to keep that inspired thing still so inspired even if you'll take care of it later. But currently I'm living in a parenthesis of life much free and my duties are now flexible enough to let me follow my own rhythm.

My own rhythm, actually, totally looks arrhythmic. Not only about this damned creative stuff, but even about my biologic melted clock (my ovaries can tell). So, the healthy path would make people wake with the sun and sleep with the darkness, instead my body always drifted in very different lands (though I madly love the Sun and the dawn too, but that's a different story).
When I try to force myself in a regular timetable, even when it works, anyway I feel that just out of the furrow I had a hidden treasure.

1590s, from Latin delirium "madness," from deliriare "be crazy, rave," literally "go off the furrow," a plowing metaphor, from phrase de lire, from de "off, away" (see de-) + lira "furrow, earth thrown up between two furrows," from PIE *leis- "track, furrow."

This awareness is not new at all for me, but I always felt a sort of guilt or wrongness in following my spontaneous way, since it's so much desynchronized. But I see that exactly this way brings me to my best results. It's true, it does it.
In effect, after the discussion of my thesis and after eight years of artistic studies, my mentor – one who also always considered the technique so necessary – finally told me that, hey, the artists have this thing… the so-called inspiration… and it will bring you at the best of your work.
So, ok, it's tricky, because you shouldn't/couldn't/must-not totally abandon the society (meh…), but on the other hand even the society itself will enjoy better the result of your delirium, if you do it right.

Bushes, not ladders: there is not only one best way in the evolution, there are many option sand it's up to you to understand what fits you better.

So, I accurately erased any sense of guilt from my skin land, from my skin mountains and my hill lungs and I'm inking that piece of mind that just exits here from my elbows and my wrists.

As far as I don't have to respect someone else's needs, I drink the mine of my own delirium goblet.

I wish that floating now as more as I can by my freedom thirst, I'll have learnt many secrets more about my way for the day I'll have to be back in a socially acceptable timetable.

My sleeves are rolled up, I'm ready.

Obviously, this illustration (which personally strongly satisfied me) is the result of one of these deliriums: I had to do something else (which now I'll enjoy much more), but I suddenly started to draw hunched on my desk or on my knees, without neither pull a chair, carpe diem.

On the long view, I actually hope to feed a true method, yes, but one deeply aware of the presence of the inspiration: a very strict and planned method, with also some fluffy holes to donate space to the eccentricity.

(And this is one of the reason that made me love The Netherlands: here, to me, looks like that craziness is everywhere and welcome. But the system works well anyway.)

I'm very curious to know anyone's opinion about all this and the creative process, so, please, feel free to leave a comment (you can do it also as anonymous, you don't need an account).

PS. E, mi raccomando.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Un gonzo report solo per McA

Regola numero uno del dover passare una notte a zonzo da sola:
non dare l’idea di essere una che deve passare una notte a zonzo da sola.

Regola numero due:
infilarsi gli occhialini narrativi e, tornata a casa, scrivere un gonzo report per McA.

Poi capita che a McA piaccia un bel po' e mi proponga di condividerlo di più; se volete leggere anche voi dove sono finita lunedì notte, dopo aver dato un bacino di saluto a Dorotea, andate su Cremonapalloza.

Rock'n'roll! Cremonapalloza! Narrazione! Esclamitività! Maletismo!

Thursday, 8 August 2013

The Gallant Wings

When the wise man points at the moon,
the idiot looks at the finger

and the artist sees the sun
through the finger.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Her Blue Oranges

– Don't you see?
We can talk with it.

(Pencils and pastels look so similar, but once I push one pastel point on my sheet after using a pencil, with my hand totally immersed in pencil dynamics, and I suddenly experience again such a difference perception of the line I'm leaving on the magic blank, I remember how each of our delicate differences can change so significantly the final reaction.)

///      Soundtrack I had when my duende culminated his whispering to my palms hardly still saving my too-thin-wrists of wadding: Okay, Let's Talk About Magic by Fuck Buttons.

Saturday, 3 August 2013

Please, really

This shit is 300 dpi, so you can choose the one you prefer and make your print out of it, for free – just in case it could help you as reminder.

PS. I'm back from Iceland and working on a lot of stuff (including the Icelandic project with Enda) and maybe gonna travel again this month to finally enjoy my first Rainbow Gathering, in UK. I'm not sure yet, it depends from how my future will match my not-so-predictable waves, but if there is anybody out there going in Wales hopefully for my same reasons, hey, let's hitchhike together (I'll start from The Netherlands). Of course, also a lift is welcome. (About la Manche… I can help you carry on your bodies to fly there thanks to my fishes, so my company is advantageous for you too!)

///  EDIT: the fishes said that they are not a chariot and that I have to please me with what I already have and shut up.
But they also said that tonight will draw inspired all the night. Awww!!!

(Anyway my company, if we travel together, will be advantageous anyway: I can teach you how to contemplate ANY random stone when you are just in the middle of a crossing, for example.)