It's been raining a lot lately, which my host Mom assures me is normal for the area ("C'est normal, Natalie"). Bon. Often, when rain is a common occurrence, I begin to fall into a little "d" depression. Nothing serious; just the cloudy mindset that you get in when you've been listening to too much Sufjan Stevens. It doesn't rain constantly, by any means, but what happens is it will be sunny and 90 degrees outside one minute and then pouring rain and 66 the next. Like Sanibel, Florida. Except they use Celsius here, which I still haven't gotten used to. I feel like Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century in science class.
The Mood.
Later on...
Sometimes I get down on myself because I am convinced that I can't produce art. That I cannot create. That I cannot invent or be original. This is simply not true. We all artists, in our own right. Creating is what we do as creatures of this earth. Our creation moves within different mediums - for me, my biggest medium is writing. Words. Jokes, associations, conversation, lyrics...that's my creative soul. For others, it's drawing. Sketching, painting, shading, fading...the type of art that comes to mind when we hear the word. It doesn't stop there, though. It's easy to appreciate the art that we can see. We know a good work when we see one, it makes us feel a certain way, it reminds us of something or someone, it inspires us to create our own art, or just shifts our world view a bit. I think that we can recognize good work because this thing, this creative gene, is inside all of us. We just have to realize how to use it.
Later on...
Sometimes I get down on myself because I am convinced that I can't produce art. That I cannot create. That I cannot invent or be original. This is simply not true. We all artists, in our own right. Creating is what we do as creatures of this earth. Our creation moves within different mediums - for me, my biggest medium is writing. Words. Jokes, associations, conversation, lyrics...that's my creative soul. For others, it's drawing. Sketching, painting, shading, fading...the type of art that comes to mind when we hear the word. It doesn't stop there, though. It's easy to appreciate the art that we can see. We know a good work when we see one, it makes us feel a certain way, it reminds us of something or someone, it inspires us to create our own art, or just shifts our world view a bit. I think that we can recognize good work because this thing, this creative gene, is inside all of us. We just have to realize how to use it.