The Mad Artist

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” 

― Friedrich Nietzsche

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What is it that takes over one’s mind and compels them to create? Is it sickness? Or madness? What is it that runs through the long corridors of souls and haunts hearts with this need to make something where once there was nothing; be it a blank page or a white canvas…or a pile of wood…empty bandwidth or file space or…. just empty silence? Whatever the emptiness, it is the artist that yearns to fill it.

How does one fill emptiness ? I suppose there are as many different ways to create as there are individual artists. The nature of creativity is that it is centered in the new and the untried. There is always a risk to creation. It takes a lot of backbone to present ones work to be judged by the eyes of others, to be put up on display in front of the crowd…. it’s a gusty thing to do.

Art is definitely meant to be appreciated and the role of appreciator can be just as important as the artist. Art can be a group experience–community wide.  Art encourages more art…which is a beautiful thing.

L I F E   is   A R T

Art comes in endless various forms..shapes and hues.  It is a rich phenomena, experience, wonder…whatever you call it it..it is sheer delight. Art can awaken and excite the senses.

It can be exhilarating, scintillating, sensual even, but also fun and whimsical…it can also be deep and rich and sometimes sad..it is emotional and it is real. You can feel it. It is that feeling that makes it great art in whatever form.

Artists, good ones, anyway…infuse an essence of themselves into their creation; a small taste of their inner soul…the really good ones make you feel what they feel.

 

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Life is color…

It is vivid-intense, sometimes stark and sad, but a great bright and spirited thing with wings.

~N.L McKinley

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“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” 

― Ray Bradbury

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It’s a mad compulsion, speaking here from experience. Writing is infused into me…I need to write, it is a thirst that is never quite quenched. As a shy child I spent many hours alone. Writing was my only outlet. I would pour out my feelings to paper, writing as fast as I could. I would keep everything I wrote and I never showed anyone.  Whenever I was happy or sad or confused my thoughts would go straight to paper.  I was never much for talking. I kept my feelings deeply contained inside me.

I still do write everything out. I have made the mistake in the past of publishing things perhaps I shouldn’t have. I am a sensitive sort and at times I cannot move past something without writing it out.

I can become quite testy when I don’t have a chance to write. I become like a caged animal; I pace, looking out the window. I get anxious and tense.  It is not fun to be around me at those times. I must admit I do have my dark moods but once I get at them by writing I am as free as a bird–totally unencumbered and at ease with the world.

It’s like I am a junkie who has just had a fix. I am never as happy as when I am in the middle of it all; writing away…fingers tapping, when I reach an especially engaging patch my fingers get faster and faster, the tapping gets harder and louder. When I am going at full tilt it is total ecstasy!

That is my personal madness and I claim it as my own. Are you a bit mad? Do you engage in a creative endeavor that demands your engagement? Tell me about your madness and we can compare notes.

Have a fantastic day full of loveliness,

Strawberryindigo.

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“You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine

Vladimir Nabokov

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Famous Artists a to z

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 A brief history of mental illness in art (scientificamerican.com)

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Artist Paints by Snorting Colors Then Crying Them Onto a Canvas (newsfeed.time.com)

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small things list

They say it is the small things that really matter.  These tiny joys in life that make it all the worthwhile. They also say that appreciation is a gift and that happiness lies more in one’s attitude than in one’s present circumstance.

In need of a dose of happiness myself I have decided to compose a list. A list of small things that make me happy. (I am happier already, just thinking about it) I’d like to share this list with you because I believe happiness is contagious and I like to spread it around.

Of course, this is my list.  Your list, if you decided to make one (which I wholeheartedly suggest) would be quite different I’m sure, but I set this as an example.

Small Things List

*Birdsong in the morning*love in the afternoon*dark chocolate*green*slack key guitar*ocean waves*sunshine*jasmine tea*the impressionists*dancing in the kitchen*singing in the shower*painting my toenails*bee admiring*squirrel watching*beach combing*word puzzles*cats*gardening*blog writing*walking in the rain*taking that perfect shot*reading a book*geekdom*digging in the dirt*playing pool*laughing at myself*the tiny little daisies in the front lawn*running up the stairs*the birds and the bees*the forests with the trees*vivid sunsets*funny movies*bacon*dressing up for halloween*butterflies*ylang ylang*long chats over coffee*watching the clouds roll by**purple shoelaces*the yellow teapot*the blues*chai lattes with extra whipped milk*laughing*looking up at the sky*poetry*music*Dr. Suess*oregon strawberries*star-gazing*autumn leaves* spring trees*going barefoot in the summertime*silence*reading good blogs*stopping and smelling the roses*the perfect kiss*romance*ice cream*rainbows*science*wordplay*humorous banter*intelligent conversation*the eyes of a child*the innocence of youth*the wisdom of age*irony*sleeping in late*dinner parties*picnics*late night talks over candlelight*learning something new*warm summer evenings*A job well done*splashing in puddles*holding hands*talking to the animals*hiking in the forest*walking in the park*ladybugs*pygmy marmosets*cherry pie*sweet peas*rosemary*springtime*moonlight*music*fuzzy socks*driveway moments with NPR*naps*big red balloons*popcorn with lots of butter*blue skies*a wink and a smile*dewdrops*dragonflies*coloring outside the lines*3 little birds*blowing bubbles*the sound of crickets in my backyard*glitter*long lists of happy things*

Just writing this made me happy!

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Strawberryindigo.

“Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard’s rustling, a breath, a breeze, a moment’s glance– it is little that makes the best happiness”

**Friedrich Nietzsche**