It seems to me I’ve become a hoarder of ideas – stacking them up in precarious piles. They are almost pretty to look at – lots of color, texture, tone and contrast. I have stacks of papers, notebooks, sketchbooks, photographs and file folders (real and virtual) full of ideas, notes and lessons learned in various areas of art and writing.
There is a comfort in having all those things waiting for me. The stacks of books and notes make me feel I have potential and am productive and creative but there is a shadow side – they also represent what I haven’t done, broken promises, faded ideas…
I can see now that I have not been doing much with all my knowledge other than creating something occasionally and admiring those stacks for their potential.
It would be more rewarding and fulfilling to translate and transform those ideas into “things”
To give them life.
To take a few lines scribbled on a piece of paper and manifest a poem.
To take a sketch and some idea fragments and translate them into a mixed media piece.
To gather my story ideas and transform them into a book .
And so on.
It is about translation and transmutation. Alchemy. Magic. Turning thoughts into objects.
This week (maybe for the rest of this year) it is about lost and found ideas and putting some of them into action and form.
And just maybe
about practicing magic.