I didnt plan it but suddenly the opportunity opened up, and off I went.
The Artist's Way asks it's readers to undertake these weekly -
This is how author Julia Cameron describes them:
"An artist's date is a block of time, perhaps 2 hours weekly, especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist. . . . . . . (it) is an excursion, a play date that you preplan and defend against all interlopers.
You do not take anyone on this artist date but you and your inner artist, a.k.a. your creative child."
When I first read this, I felt intimidated.
I didnt even know who my inner artist was or how to locate it.
Or if I even possesed such a thing!
It seemed too highflown for me - and I was tempted to just waive it.
She, however, was one step ahead of me: next lines in the book:
"If you think this sounds stupid . . . identify that reaction as resistance. You cannot afford not to to find time for artist's dates."
Well, ok then.
So - off to Kalk Bay - the sea is an extraordinary turquoise today.
I stop my brisk walk and lean against the railings to drink it in.
I look straight down -
Dirty abandoned station, rusted rails, broken bottles, plastic of all kinds, rags and mess.
But just a lift of the gaze and brilliant ultramarine sea, shiny brown kelp, and skudding yachts.
|This is the closest to the real colour of the sea that day!|
Antiques, old books, prints, crafts and paintings abound.
Usually I have to walk wistfully past those shops, because the people I'm with don't share my interest in them.
Today, I can go in.
And stay as long as I like.
In a dusty musty murky old book shop I find a copy of Winnie the Pooh in Latin!
With the beautiful original drawings and everything - but Latin!
I write a passage out of another old book while the white haired lady behind the till (and a mountain of old books and papers) watches me suspiciously over her specs.
But it is worth it because - listen to this:
"My dear fellow, I must be going in a moment, but first let me tell you a litle thing I learned recently . . .
To be yourself, just yourself, is a great thing.
And how does one do it, how does one bring it about?
Ah, thats the most difficult trick of all.
Its difficult just because it involves no effort. You try neither to be one thing nor another, neither great nor small, neither clever nor maladroit . . . you follow me?
You do whatever comes to hand. You do it with good grace, bien entendu.
Because nothing is unimportant.
Nothing." from The Smile at the Foot of the Ladder by Henry Miller.
I find that so thought provoking . . .
Being just yourself
Does anyone do that?