In The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron recommends the "discipline" of taking a weekly "artist's date," to allow yourself to play, recharge, collect images for future work. "Restock the pond" is a phrase she uses. It never quite works for me, in that if I try to plan an artist date, I get stressed out and feel burdened, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of the enterprise. I do take a lot of impromptu artist dates though: sudden decisions to poke through an antique store, spur-of-the moment doodle sessions, unexpected trips to the children's section of a used bookstore...
I had a lovely one yesterday when I was making cookies with two toddlers of my acquaintance, and one of them spilled an entire bottle of blue sugar crystals (you know, decorating sugars) all over the floor. Now, I got in huge trouble as a ten-year-old (and rightly so) for sprinkling glitter all over the basement floor one afternoon and dancing around in it. And I have always nourished a secret (or not-so-secret) wish to be Ginger Rogers, gliding around in a fantastical world of art-deco satin and sparkles. (In college, I wrote a paper for a philosophy course trying to justify this. No joke.)
So, instead of being upset that there were blue sugar crystals all over the kitchen floor, glittering in the afternoon sun, I found myself incredibly pleased. I was wearing silver flats, too, so as I shuffled around, broom in hand, gathering up the sugar, I felt like I'd been given a huge present. It was spring cleaning day in Candyland; an explosion in Mr. Wonka's factory; perhaps it was the most serious problem Ginger Rogers would face after her sparkly, tap-dancey marriage to one of Fred Astaire's many smooth-faced characters.
I would highly recommend that, if you think you can be free enough of your social training that teaches you not to make deliberate messes, you immediately buy a bottle of decorating sugar (or glitter, I suppose) and dump it all over the floor to shuffle around in.
This is artist date suggestion #1. I have no doubt that more will follow!
Ahhh, Michie, I totally needed that spark of glitter in my writing-life today. Let's just say that things are slow... and my usual mad brain-storming sessions seem to get me nowhere save disappointed hopes. Perhaps that is too melodramatic... but I needed to hear this... restock my pond... and keep working through kinks!
ReplyDeleteI cannot say that I am inclined to spill sprinkles everywhere... but I am looking for similar opportunities!
Ahhhh, that is lovely! I love the vision of you dancing in your silver flats. Full of magic and sparkle: definitely a full pond making moment!
ReplyDeleteI could spill the glittering blue sugar all over the floor but I'm not sure I could wear the silver flats. I can't really dance, either. Do you think I could get the same experience just sort of standing in the sugar in brown Oxfords?
ReplyDeleteThat depends entirely on your state of mind, Eric. Though I see the problem. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat image. And nice tag line. I can hear the sand under Astaire's shoes.
ReplyDeleteJM
I think it's awfully nice for the kids to have someone around who is so delighted by their spilling sugar all over the floor! ;-)
ReplyDelete