Be an Artist

Be an artist. Paint. Write. Play the banjo. Sing in the shower. Whittle figures out of soap.  Write lyrics in bathroom stalls. Do anything and everything that connects you with your creative potential.

Any day is a day for a play

Imagine. Explore. Dream.

Don’t be angry if your parents or teachers try to discourage you. They are worried, worried for you.  Money rules the world in so many way and bleeds into our fears for the one that they love. Adults try to pretend this fear doesn’t exist. But it does.

But they don’t understand. They don’t know what it is like for words to course through your veins and swell your body until a pen realizes it. They haven’t found salvation in a dingy light club with a sweaty rock and roll man screaming as the crowd swells against you.  Or spent all day staring at clouds. Or spent six hours trying to find the right shade of red. They simply are just not wired like you,do not thirst art like water, do not breathe it in like air.

Realize that this beauty is more powerful than any dollar amount, and may never bring you any money. Realize that the late nights and long hours are worth what you are doing for nothing more than the finishing line of a poem. That fame and success do not add to your work. You do not have to be Picasso.   My art, your art, our art will have a rippling effect that no one will fully comprehend. One speck of paint can bring the heavens to weep.

Creation. Taking nothing, taking parts and making a whole is contained within itself, a wonder that mimics the heavens.

Be an artist because the world tells you to become an investment banker but just as the word needs financiers, scientists and doctors, the world needs a soul.

Be an artist because the world sucks. In the darkness, we need your light of hope. We need a voice that screams, “I feel how you feel. You are not alone.” And in the light we need the darkness, an everlasting reminder of the yin and yang of life.

And never apologize for it. Be who you are. And love what you do. Those who understand will never chastise you. And those who don’t, will never understand.

And the theatre flooded…..

My play, “Art Appreciate” was suppose to play last weekend with the Praireland Theatre company. However, the rains threatened this. As the heavens opened up on Friday, I received the news that the night’s performance was canceled.

Flooded stageAs you can see the stage was completely flooded! Now comparison to the massive flooding and tragic consequences of such rains, a cancelled play is but a speck of dust to God, still, I’ll admit, I was disheartened to hear the news and comforted myself with several ice cream sandwiches.

The question soon became, would the rain continue? And even if it didn’t, could they dry the stage in time for the next two shows (on Saturday and Sunday.)

As I waited to hear the news, I realized how much I had been longing to see my work performed again and that a few months between performances was just much too long! There is a special kind of loneliness found when you’re a writer with no work being performed/published….. And it has made me more determined to stick to a better writing schedule for my plays (alas I get distracted with side projects much too easily.)

As luck would have it, they did clear the stage in time. I will share the pictures I took and the story of the performance with you later this week when I have more time for an entry.

I guess what they say is true, in theater expect the unexpected!