On most days, most of us like to move into our day with confidence, with purpose and a very clear idea that we have what we need to function. That is how I like to think I show up in the world. Until I don’t.
What makes me wonder why we aren’t all crashing into each other like unravelling whorls of disaster is how very little it takes knock us off our game and leave us gasping. Me, anyway.
The other day was A Very Bad Day and left me without a wallet, unexpected demands and problems at work and mad at life.
It took a while to readjust my outlook on things and find my way back to center. Actually, it was in doing so that I realized how arrogant it was of me to think I ever was at the center. We are all finding our way to that elusive place where nobody holds a long term lease, all the time, all of our lives.
When life makes it hard, it’s good to remember we are still on the path, just a little dented, maybe, but moving.
In the land of books and academia, more words, more pages, more weight in your bookbag in digging into your shoulders means This Is Important Stuff. Consequently, the longer your essays and reports are, the better your chances are of a good grade.
We have an unholy fear of white space. The urge to fill it up is irrational and will almost always give your work the appearance of a wall of text which to me, will put you behind the eightball no matter what you think.
People like me who have to actually read the stuff you write will run out of steam and caffeine at some point and you don’t want to be the one facing reader wrath, something you have absolutely no control over.
What you can control is white space. And specifically, the use of white space to be considerate to the reader in visually focusing on what is truly important information.
Bullets beat blither. Throw a couple of those in and you now have the attention of my lizard brain seeking the one shiny thing in an ocean of text. I will remember you, not only from your clearly set off points, but because you cared enough to make it easy for me to see you.
Over 500 hundred artists applied for Queens Council on the Arts grants this year. Why? Because we were given more dollars from the city for our grants fund. We were able to tell everyone there was more money and more chances of getting a grant this year.
Next year, who knows? We may get the same amount or less, depending on the gods of the city budget.
More grants means more artists doing creative work in the borough for people to enjoy, something that makes communities vibrant and alive. Who doesn’t want that?
Less money means just as many artists will apply, fewer will get funded and there will be less presence of the arts in our neighborhoods. Who decides that is OK?
As artists, the only thing in your control is your commitment to show up every day and do your creative work. That is also a great gift to people whether or not it gets acknowledged with a grant. There are other ways to get your work out there, things you can do to bring people in to your world even if it is one person at a time.
It is a mistake to allow the money people decide what you can or cannot do as an artist. Their reasons have more to do with arcane inside politicking and favor swapping than with you. Create the work and invite a few people over. Start there and see what happens.
I would like to say that I wrote 1,000 words of perfect prose and took care of my corner of the universe with Godlike efficiency. This image comes closer to what actually happened.
It also gives you a better idea of what kinds of skills I value and that having a quirky sense of humor helps, or doesn’t, depending on what you are doing. I like to think that we have a wonderful ability to transfer and transform skills to help us get through life. For example, learning how to play all 32 Beethoven Sonatas at an early age has given me the superhuman ability to sit on hard surfaces for hours. Throw in focus and a dismal social life and voila! a budding pianist is born. This is now the secret to my ability to knock out all kinds of paperwork and projects quickly on a different kind of keyboard.
The jury is still out on how this particular skill translate into my life.
For those of you with busy days and big lists of things to do, squeezing time is nothing new.
It is all because we want to have accomplished something by the end of the day that we resort to things like this. Finding 5 minute pockets of time to scribble some notes, dragging ourselves out of bed before sunrise to get an hour of creative work in before heading out to work, sitting at our desk during lunch to draw something.
This is making the most of our precious time everyday and with it comes an urgency that is often absent when you do find yourself in front of your blank canvas with time on your hands.
Do I have writers block when I know I have 25 minutes on a train? No, I have a list.
Do I have trouble coming up with the right image? No, I keep sketching until something clicks.
At the end of the day, I have created a little more than I had the day before. Over time, this will become something born of squeezed, stolen, seized and savored time.
For those of us with pursuits larger than our scheduled time slots, this is the best and only way to make a creative life.