Paddington, my Studio Companion

Always Near

There isn’t much good to say about this day, except that I managed a little quality time in Studio Eidolons, late in the day. Looking up to see Paddington nearby in his bed, looking at me, melted my heart. This little guy has been such a joy in the daily life of the studio (except when he fishes out trash from my wastebasket to chew into smaller pieces).

While working on the Arkansas cabin, I’ve been listening to one of my favorite DVD documentaries on the Beat Generation, titled “The Source.” My soul resonates deeply over their words which sometimes spew like a volcano. As I listened, I felt an impulse to pull out my T. S. Eliot collection of poems and re-read part of “The Hollow Men.”

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats’ feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Still working on the Arkansas Cabin

I’ve known the days of feeling that my artistic efforts were unknown and irrelevant, and have no intention to return to them. I don’t need to; something amazing has entered our lives–the Internet. Social media. The days of requiring agents are past and we can now find satisfaction in knowing that we send our artwork up the flagpole as often as we wish, to see if anyone will salute. And if they don’t . . . We have a good word from Austin Kleon’s Steal Like an Artist: “It’s not that people are mean or cruel, they’re just busy.”

Ian Roberts even said it more forcefully: Ultimately, it doesn’t matter to the world if you paint or dance or write. The world can probably get by without the product of your efforts. But that is not the point. The point is what the process of following your creative impulses will do for you.

I read T. S. Eliot and do not wish to become a hollow man. I make art to avoid that abyss. I choose to color my life with my artistic endeavors, and hope I can spread something good to others as well.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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