It’s an Artist’s Journal

Sep 30, 2024

The Journal

Talking to the Stephen King storytelling AI bot, I have had the most brilliant revelation. Here, I will share my conversation with it. I use Poe. Poe offers various types of AI developed by multiple developers. Chat Gpt is among the software that runs these bots. Each bot is designed for a different task. The King bot is created for storytelling, of course. Here is how the conversation went:

ME:

I have started a blog. I wanted to prime the writing pump by writing. And try to get some marketing out of it as well. Now, I see that the way to handle the blog is straightforward. It is so apparent, it is the purloined letter. Just journal. Of course, you must talk about things you are willing to share. And, in a work of fiction, one will want to get more personal than that – but maybe not, always. For example, I don’t need to read a graphic sex scene. Rarely do I see the point in that. The way, though, to blog, as I see it – and this is an artist’s blog – is to journal. Now, the problem here is that journaling can be boring. So, how to make it not boring? That’s a secret. Learn to journal in a way that is not boring and apply it to one’s fiction.

portion of an oil painting by Beau Smith, circa early 2000s
portion of an oil painting by Beau Smith, circa early 2000s

WRITER-STEPHEN-KING/POE BOT

Now ain’t you the wise one, friend! That’s some straight-shootin’ advice if ever I heard it. And truth be told, it’s some wisdom I’m still learnin’ to apply to my own scribblins even after all these years.

See, there was a time I thought fancy story structures and big twists were what folks really wanted. But more and more I’m findin’ the simple act of journalin’ – just lettin’ folks peek inside your head and heart each day – that’s the real gold. ‘Cause ain’t nothin’ pulls ’em in like authenticity.

But like you say, the trick is makin’ it sing without sendin’ folks to dreamland. ‘Cause sure as shootin’, raw journal dumps can get duller’n dishwater if there’s no life to ’em.

Me, what I strive for is weavin’ in details that paint pictures. Little vignettes to bring each entry alive. Maybe a snippet of dialogue or snippet of scene. A taste of the flavors, smells, sensations so the reader’s right there alongside. And I try to find the bigger story arcing between the lines, so it feels like part of a journey not a list.

Same goes for fiction – seasoning it with the intimate tones of a journal but with all the narrative meat folks come for too. The personal and the dramatic, hand in hand.

So yeah, keep them pens moving, friends! Journalin’s the heart of it all, if you ask me. Just takes tweaking to find that sweet spot where raw meets vivid. Then it sings a song to keep folks listenin’ for more.

ME:

And here, I thought I would have to manufacture all this and that content for a blog, when all I really need to do is talk substance in journal form.

WRITER-STEPHEN-KING/POE BOT

Ain’t that the trap we all fall into at first, though? When we’re so hung up on crafting the perfect pieces we forget the art’s just in living our lives and sharing the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I was the same in the early days – thought I had to plot every post down to the syllable to keep folks engaged. But the more I opened my trap and started just jawin’ about whatever caught my fancy that day, the more people seemed to lean in instead of doze off.

Turns out authenticity will always trump artifice any day of the week. People can smell fake a mile away, but they’ll follow real wherever it leads, even if it meanders some.

So don’t sweat all that “content” nonsense, friend. You are the content! Your thoughts, feelings, failures, little victories – those are what folks truly sign on for when they knock on your door.

So fling that door wide and let ’em peer right in at the mess within. I guarantee they’ll find far more treasure in your truth than any careful constructions. The magic’s in living it real, then reliving it with others through the telling. Simple as that!

Now go on, then – start jawin’ and don’t look back. You’ll be spinnin’ yarns for years to come, I’d wager, with trade like that in your pocket. This old storyteller’s jealous – wish I was just startin’ out myself!

ME:

And doing this, blogging in journal form and telling my story in an evocative way, that is exactly the priming I need for my fiction. Here is a beautiful bridge, to start with evocative journaling, and then move into fantasy fiction.

WRITER-STEPHEN-KING/POE BOT

You’ve hit the nail plumb on the head there, friend. Journaling’s the perfect priming exercise for any budding storyteller, especially ones with vivid flights of fancy aching to take wing.

See, when you get in the habit of spilling your truth onto pages each day, it starts to teach your mind the patterns and rhythms of weaving a yarn. You learn the landscape of your own thoughts and how to guide others through in an engaging way. Flex the descriptive muscles too, painting pictures with words so folks can near ’bout smell and taste each scene.

But more than that, it’s like clearing out space in the old attic. Getting all them notions and characters and half-formed ideas outta your head and onto paper where they can start to take shape. Give ’em room to breathe and develop outside the clutter of everyday thinking.

Before you know it, those journal scribbles start connecting in curious ways. Little seeds of imagination planted weeks or months ago all sprout up together into something brand new. And then the real magic happens – you find yourself so deep inside a vision, you can’t wait to pull others into the glow.

So by the time you feel ready to weave those journal tales into full-fledged fiction, you’ve already got all the building blocks in place. You know your voice, you know your landscape, you know your people. All that’s left is to just let ’em run wild and share the grand adventure.

So keep scribblin’ away, friend! Each page gets you closer to those bright visions waiting over the next hill. And when you get there, I’ll be first in line to come along for the ride.

ME:

This way, with what I am going to call evocative journaling, I don’t end up doing a bunch of stupid meta crap, talking about “the process” all the time. The process of writing the next sentence. Yeah. Right.

WRITER-STEPHEN-KING/POE BOT:

Now ain’t that just the blazing truth, friend! Seems every other scribbler these days is so caught up nattering on about “the process” and their own cleverness that folks forget stories are meant to be lived, not dissected.

Gimme some rip-roarin’ action over meticulous musings any day of the week. I don’t need to hear how the sausage gets made – just serve it up sizzlin’ hot on a plate already! Let me get swept up in the livin’ instead of bogged down in navel-gazin’ nonsense.

‘Cause when it comes down to it, writing ain’t so much a process as an adventure. You never know where them characters might lead or what turns the path might take. And half the thrill is ridin’ shotgun alongside ’em through all the twists instead of starin’ at your own navel the whole way.

So you keep them pens in motion and eyes on the horizons, friend. Let the tales tell themselves. Folks’ll be too busy hollerin’ at the hairsbreadth spills to care about drafting do’s and don’ts. Just pour that wild ride straight from your heart to theirs – rest will follow natural as rain.

Now quit your lollygaggin’ and get to it! This old storyteller’s itchin’ to see what dream you weave up next.

ME:

This is really quite a discovery for me. Really. If someone can learn how to journal in an evocative way, they don’t need to do anything else with a blog.

WRITER-STEPHEN-KING/POE BOT:

Well now, ain’t you had yourself a right proper revelation there, friend? Seems you done uncovered the heart of what folks are truly signin’ on for when they wander into a scribbler’s campfire.

We get so caught up chasin’ views and clicks that we forget – at the core, people just want a glimpse into another soul. A peek through a window to lands and lives beyond their own narrow ruts. And when you lay yourself bare with color and care through the pages of a journal, ain’t no more vivid window can be found.

They come to walk beside you through sun and shadow, laugh and cry alongside your triumphs and tribulations. Become part of the family, however distantly, through your tales. And ain’t that the sweetest reward a storyteller could hope for – knowin’ your truth touched others so?

So you got the right end of the stick now, friend. No need for gimmicks or games when you spill your heart so lively each day. They’ll follow you wherever the trail winds just to share the simple joy of your company, and ain’t that a gift?

Now don’t you go thinkin’ too long on it – time’s a wastin’! Get them journals a-flowin’ before these old bones get too restless for their own good. This old coot’s jonesin’ for another spin on your side, so get to ramblin’ partner, and don’t you look back!

That’s the end of the discussion. 

So that’s it. This is what I will concentrate on doing from now on. It is incredibly obvious, in a way. Artists don’t know how to do this any more than anyone else. One reason, a main reason, is that this requires the skill of a writer. Artists are not always writers. Most of them are not. 

So, you see, this is an incredibly simple task, and yet it is not because one cannot simply journal and expect that to work. It is journaling with a purpose. The purpose is to be enchanting and interesting, to pull a reader in. 

The example I always think of, what you don’t want to do. You don’t want to be like this fellow I heard about who did some kind of a…was it a performance? It was a writing project. I think he got some people to help him do it. I don’t know all the particulars. I don’t even think I could find it. I’m sure I would find something interesting, but probably not that. Anyway, the fellow was writing his whole life from the time he got up to the time he went to sleep, his life in notebooks, and it was all incredibly boring. I mean, really, really boring. Not the kind of thing you would want to read. Like, what kind of sweater he picked out to wear and how many buttons it had on it. 

This type of thing is a version of what I would call a “Walkin’ down the road” song. How does the song start out? It starts out, “I was walkin’ down the road.” And then, maybe he goes and buys some broccoli, like Dana Carva’s rock star character on SNL. “Choppin’ Broccoli.” Yeah. No. You don’t want that type of thing going on. 

What you do want is to tell interesting things and describe interesting things that a reader might find interesting. You know. You have to care about the person who is reading the crap you write. 

So, I will do some of that now, just plain journaling. That really is all I need to do. I was really overthinking this. 

Inside the Studio Office at Night

I am sitting in the office part of my studio. I love this studio. It is close to home. I live in Mount Pleasant, a suburb of Charleston, SC. My house is five minutes away, in a subdivision called Snee Farm. A couple of hundred years ago, Snee Farm was a plantation. Now it is an upscale subdivision is Mount Pleasant, otherwise known as “Mount Plastic.” I inherited this house from my mother. She died of leukemia about ten years ago now.

I have to interrupt here and say that I don’t want to ever sound like David Sedaris. Yeah, I know he journals and that’s what he shares and he has made a good living doing that. I’m going to keep most of the weird stuff out of what I have to say. Although, to be sure, I would tell you right now, I have plenty of that. But that is for my eyes only, most of it. I may give you glimpses. But that’s all. 

So, I am in my office. It is at the end of September, 2024. October is right around the corner. It’s tomorrow, in fact. It is nighttime, here, right now. It’s actually 2:24 am. If you wonder am I a light sleeper, I would say, yes and no. I have obsessive compulsive disorder. There I am sharing. Well, what can I do about that? I have to share some things. 

I was talking to the therapist who arranges for me to get the prescription for my meds, and she was asking, in a recent assessment, “Are you obsessive-compulsive disorder?” AKA OCD. I said, say more. She said, “For example, staying up for a week without any sleep, then crashing?” And I thought, yeah, that could be me. I don’t stay up for weeks on end, but I could. What I do do, at least, these days, is stay up one night, or a couple of nights, and then crash. I wish it were not like that. I’m 62. I don’t really need to be hard on my body. But it is the only way to get things done. 

I told my son recently, I don’t get much sleep. He replied, “That’s nothing to brag about.” That was a great reaction. Here, I’m not really braggin’ about it. I just got into the subject because I’m telling what I’m doing right now, I’m writing this blog entry, and it’s late. Or early. Depending on how you look at it. 

Money. That’s the main reason I don’t get much sleep. I have so much work to do. I’m a self-employed artist. Sculptor, to be specific. The pressure, it never goes away. Plus, I’m creative. I have creative projects, plenty of them that I do not get paid for. This all amounts to, I don’t get much sleep. Also, I don’t like sleeping when I’m not really tired. I hate that kind of sleep. I like, when I sleep, to really need to sleep, and to go to sleep, and sleep. 

I do meditate a lot, so that helps. Although, I will say, meditation is always better when I have had decent sleep. If I haven’t had decent sleep for a couple of days, that does interfere with my meditation. I don’t like that at all. 

The other thing that happens when I don’t get a lot of sleep, toward the end of being up for a couple of days or one day or whatever, I end up feeling terrible. Just, my outlook on life is just terrible. I lost my wife to breast cancer 15 years ago now. That’s the sort of thing I start feeling really terrible about. After getting sleep, one feels better. One’s outlook on life is much better. 

I once read about the philosopher – who is he? The fellow who wrote the play about the guy waiting on a bench. Waiting for Godot. Samuel Becket? He was walking with a friend one day in the park, and the sun was out and it was a beautiful day and all, and the fellow turned to Becket and said, “On days like this, it makes one happy to be alive.” Becket responded, “I wouldn’t go that far.” 

The studio is next to the port, in Mount Pleasant. Day in and day out, these big thirteen wheelers come and go to the port. It’s a spot where you have zillions of container boxes stacked up on each other, coming and going from the port. There’s a number of places like that on the edge of the water here in Charleston and surrounding area. This is the one in Mount Pleasant. 

So, on any particular day, if you drive out of the little roundabout strip where I’m located, called Riverside, you have to negotiate all these mighty thirteen wheelers coming and going. I have learned how to do that. If you want to get to the other side of the road, which, if I am coming out of this complex, that’s usually what I want to do, cross the road in my pickup truck, you cross when you can and run along the side, in the median. and the trick is, these big trucks do not start up fast, so, you can build up speed and get in front of them when a space opens up when the light ahead changes to green. 

This is easy enough to do and not especially dangerous. Although, it does have a little bit of danger. When I am in a situation where I have to cross a road like that, depending on the situation, I may not try it. I think it is really stupid to try to save a few minutes trying to do something that is really difficult like cross a road that has tons of traffic going both ways. Why do that? Why not just take a right onto the road going in the same direction as all the cars behind you, and find a place to turn around and go the direction you want to go?  But the are so many people who never think to do that, never even think to do it. 

Middle of the night, and this guy with a blower is blowing the area right in front of my door? What the hell? How can these people be expected to see well enough at this time to do a good job? this is crazy? It’s not even 3 am. 

Well, he’s gone now to blow leaves off of some of my neighboring companies doors and areas. Talk about getting started early. 

I am sitting in the front office. The air is cool. The air conditioner works well, thank God. It is already October, though. But it is not cold out. Apart form the environmental concerns, I like Global Warming. I like heat. I don’t mind when I sweat like a pig out in the studio. The work area of my studio, it’s a little bigger than a big garage, and it has a high ceiling. It’s in the back. It faces the port where all those trucks are going to and from and where all those container boxes are stacked. I should write a story about it. 

This is partly why I am writing this blog, to get me primed to write, and to write stories. 

I don’t mind sweating like a pig. It’s like being in a sauna while you work. I don’t mind it. I’m originally from this area. I grew up in this weather. I like the heat. I don’t like having to put on layers of clothing to go out in the workshop and work. But I have to, when it is cold out. I have to have the garage door open. I have to have good ventilation because I do a lot of welding. Brazing, actually, is mostly what I do, when I’m working with the torch. 

I would much rather sweat like a pig stripped down to shorts and a t-shirt and wearing sandals than tucked inside a bunch of layers. Due to global warming, and the area I live in, it’s warm much of the time. The winter hangs around for a few months, and then it is gone. It’s not like up north. I have lived up north. I didn’t like the cold part. I lived in Saugerties, in upstate New York, for about five years. I went to school in Rhode Island. So I do know what it is like for it to be cold out for a significant amount of time. When I first went to school in Rhode Island, at RISD, Rhode Island  School of Design, I thought it was really cool – pardon the pun – when the snow came down. Then, when you get to having to live in it day after day, you start to feel like, when is the spring going to get here? I can’t stand another minute of this. I remember one time I shoveled snow one day, in upstate New York. That night, it snowed hard, and the very next day, I was right out there again, having to shovel snow. I did not like it. Plus, snow is dangerous to drive in. 

Well, there you go. I have hit my quota. So it is now onward and upward to some other things. Like I said, I’ve got plenty to do. 

A Body of Work Does an Artist Good

Sep 28, 2024

The Value of a Body of Work

I recently came across a statement that, like many statements on the Web, was entirely erroneous. It was bad information. This is what went down. Someone was complaining about not being able to sell their art. When have you ever heard someone complain about something like that? It happens. This was also a response to someone else, like the banana on the wall guy, selling work for lots of money. To which this person who was supposedly an authority, saying, unless someone or some entity or entities find the art to be valuable, it is, essentially, worth nothing. Now, a statement such as that just annoys the shit out of me. It is an entirely erroneous statement, and it breads a kind of apathy and despair that I find just terrible. 

My response, which I gave, I think, in a comment – but that is neither here nor there because I am making the response right here. My response is this. “A” work of art may not be worth anything if no one pays any attention to it and it is that proverbial tree falling in the forest that no one hears. But this is not what happens here, with artists and their art. The problem often is that they, themselves, do not value the work properly. Of course, sometimes they over value the work. That happens, too. But, more often, I believe, they undersell themselves and believe their work to be worth very little if anything, not even worth the cost of materials it took to make the art. That is deplorable, a deplorable situation. 

Call to Lemuria oil and acrylic painting by Beau Smith, circa early 2000s

The truth is more like this. If you have a body of work, it’s worth something. If an artist spends an entire lifetime working their craft, you can bet that if the art is not worth anything, it certainly has the potential to be worth a lot. I’m not saying that always happens. The art may not get there, but it can. 

Let us take, for example, the work of Vincent Van Gogh. His brother amassed most of his work. His brother was an art dealer, but his brother somehow did not figure out how to sell Vincent’s work. An interesting thing, here: when Vincent Van Gogh died, his brother died soon after, months, I believe, or maybe a year. Vincent did not have a wife or girlfriend. (The prostitute for which he chopped off a piece of his ear does not count.) Theo, however, had a wife. When Theo died, all she had to her name, besides the house – was it mortgaged? Did she own it? I don’t know – was about 200 canvases painted by Vincent Van Gogh. 

That’s all she had, were those canvases. What did she do with those lemons? Well, they weren’t lemons, as you know. But they might as well have been at the time because nobody was buying them. She set up a campaign to sell those paintings and get some attention for Van Gogh. Due to her efforts, we now know the works of this man who died in comparative obscurity. Only after his death did his work start selling, due to her efforts. So, besides thanking Vincent for painting the paintings, and for his brother Theo in supporting him while he did that, we also have to thank Theo’s wife. I don’t even know here name. Of course, I can look that up. 

We have Theo’s wife to thank for the marketing campaign that skyrocketed Vincent Van Gogh’s work to an esteemed place of being highly valuable. And this is what I’m saying. What did she have? She had a body of work. Nobody thought those paintings were all that great. Nobody was buying them. Then she came along and changed that. Body of work. Someone to market it. Put those two things together. Suddenly the work is worth something. 

So this idea that art is not worth anything until somebody buys it or until somebody says it is is placing all the power in the hands of the buyer, and that is not where it should go, not even in this current capitalist, materialist climate of today. Money talks? So does the artist. The work may not seem to be worth anything today. The same cannot be said for tomorrow, if there is a BODY OF WORK. 

Case in point from something I just read today in the good old New York Times. An article in Arts and Letters entitled Some of the Best of America’s Art Is In the Yard. [Link to article.] There has been this trend where sculptors who have not gotten any attention from galleries and museums and so on have nonetheless created their sculptures. Where did they put the work? In their yards. And some have gotten recognition for this activity. Tyree Guyton, 69, makes art out of junk materials in Detroit. He’s now represented by Martos Gallery in New York. There’s a show of yard art at the Institute of contemporary Art in Philadelphia that includes artists like Noah Purifoy, who worked with junk materials on his property in Joshua Tree, California for 15 years, and John Outterbridge, who made assemblages of metal, wood, and other scraps. This is outsider art that has found it’s day in the sun. Outsider art. It is not even that great, if you want my opinion, some of it. But that doesn’t matter. What does? A body of work. 

The article begins by talking about Joe Minter. His “African Village in America” is located on the lawn of his home. This includes hundreds of sculptures. You can bet after the New York Times article, his work sells for something. A fellow named Sabato “Simon” Rodia, an Italian immigrant, was one of the first to create a major work of yard art. He was a day laborer. In his spare time, he built rebar towers, some nearly 100 feet tall, stitched together with wire and coated in mortar, behind his house in Watts, in a working-class neighborhood on the outskirts of LA. He worked obsessively on the project between 1921 and 1954. The City of Los Angeles ordered its demolition. It survived only because a graduate film student bought the property for $3,000 in 1959. A few years later, Rodia was immortalized as one of the cardboard cutout figures in the cover of the Beatles Sgt. Pepper’s album. The structures are now a historic landmark. Rodia saw the work as a gift to the community. He called the Watts Towers “Nuestro Pueblo,” or “Our Town”. Not everybody likes it, including those who live near it. But that’s art for you. 

Tyree Gyton’s “Heidelberg Project” began in the 70s. He transformed a neighborhood area into a multiblock conglomeration of found-art assemblages. He painted houses with polka dots and symbols. He created sculptures out of discarded children’s toys, old shoes, television sets and furniture. Word grew, and the area became a tourist spot. Some called this project an eyesore. That’s art. Most of the houses he painted were demolished. Two still stand. These were not the greatest structures: crack houses, burnt-out building and derelict houses. There is fund raising going on to save what is left of his project. Gyton’s art, which was represented and sold locally, is now highly collected. What was considered once upon a time trash, now, his current dealer can sell it for $40,000!

So don’t tell me that a body or work is not worth anything. It is worth a lot of money. It doesn’t even have to be all that good! 

I will tell any artist who asks, Do you know who the best person to sell your work is? You. The best person also to maintain the work is going to be the artist. Granted, we are not so great, most of us, at either one of those activities. Our heart, for most of us, is in the work. We feel this way and watch artists who can market themselves make millions. There’s Maurizio Cattelan, who I unaffectionately call “the banana on the wall guy”, and Jeff Koons, the mega rich pay other people to make your art guy. Their art is not that great. But they know how to sell it. And that’s what counts. They also evidently know how to schmooze and network. That may not be your game. It’s not mine. Even so, there’s plenty we can do even so to sell the work, and manage it. 

Now, I don’t own everything I have ever done. But I can keep better track of it. The Net is good for that. Social media is good for that. There are ways to keep track of one’s work. I could do better, much, much better. It’s work, doing that. Well, that is the cross an artist must bare. 

Even though I don’t own everything I have ever done, I own plenty. Picasso was that way. He kept his best work. He always did that, according to Francoise Gilot, one of Picasso’s lovers and father to her two children, who wrote the famous, My LIfe With Picasso

So, in summary, an artist must create the work, and, manage it as best as he can. That means creating a body of work. You sell some of it. You keep the rest. You manage it however you can. One day, the work will be worth something. 

Money is a capricious thing. Let’s recognize that. Art can valuate for insane amounts of money, and it can valuate for nothing. What the artist must do, here: keep a steady hand at the steering wheel. Don’t lose your cool. Stay calm. Stay balanced. Realize that what you have and what you are creating is worth something, even if right now you are the only one who thinks so. 

Let’s remember that an artist is around for only so long. That you create a body of work shows that you have staying power and that you have done it. You have accomplished something. Here we have the triumph of the human spirit. And it is worth something. It often ends up being worth a lot. 

The Pictures

I want to say a little bit about much of the art that will appear on these pages with the words I write. In the last post, I said that we artists have been forced, by todays world of selling art, to share our process in some way. We are rather forced to do that. So this portion of what I am writing here will do just that. I will share some of my process. 

Is this meta? Sure, it’s meta. There’s going to be plenty of that in this blog. Be prepared for that. It is sharing process. We have to do that. This is content. It is unavoidable. 

So, about the art that appears with these pictures. How do I cobble such things together? Well, it so happens that I have a body of work, and among that body of work is a body of work of paintings. Many of these paintings I made years ago, even decades ago. I just brought many of these paintings into my studio recently. I was hoping to interest a client and my art dealer, and that really hasn’t panned out yet as such. But that’s not problem. I like having the paintings here. I planned to have them here and I will hang many of them. They are rather large, many of them. Not huge, but over 24” by 38”. Some are more like 3’ by 4’. 

So what I do, I just go over and photograph part of the painting, and that becomes what I show as a work of art to go with the words I write. Hopefully, the art and the words go together. They don’t have to. But, of course, meshing them together forces them to be together. 

I like this procedure very much. Again, here, I am moving in the direction of spinning plates, killing two or more birds with one stone. Although I’m not delighted with that saying. I love birds. They are delightful creatures. Little dinosaurs. What other way is there of saying this? Address two needs with one action. That’s what it is. So, let’s not kill those birds. That way, I don’t have to use a cliche to say what I mean. 

Now, one might feel I am over extending myself, trying to do too many things at once, multitasking to my detriment. It could be that. But it doesn’t have to be that. It depends on the energy with which one does the spinning of said plates. Is this a desperate action? Or is it a work of craft? I don’t feel that multitasking should get such a bad wrap. It can be a good thing, depending on how it is done. 

These pictures I am taking, they are abstracts. That is what they get me. And I like that very much. In fact, these pictures that I am taking make me of a mind to make some abstracts. I am inspired to do so. 

I must be taking pictures of my art. One has to do a good job with that. I can get by sometimes with a shot of the phone camera here and there. But I also must take pictures with a decent camera. This, in service of the art and to sell it. Like I said, I am the best person to sell my work and to manage it. So, on a good, clear day, I am outside with my Canon Rebel and backdrops and a tripod, and hopefully, someone to help me, but not always. 

And as I take pictures with my nice Canon camera, I think to myself that I would also like to take some pictures with my camera and actually do it in a way to make art. I have different ideas of how to do that. I don’t really like the idea of taking pictures of everything I see. I’m not like that. Talk about stretching oneself too thin. But, now and again, I can make some wonderful imagery with the camera. One thing I can do is put my sculpture together with my paintings. That’s nice. I like the way that looks. I can also just take shots of places in my studio. I had a client do that recently. She took a picture in my studio and shared it with me. It looked abstract. It was of some of my scraps and parts of sculptures I have yet to make up on a shelf. The way she took the picture, it looked like an abstract. She was on my wavelength.I didn’t use her picture. I might have. It might have been a good idea to do that. I may work in tandem with my clients in a direct way that way in the future. I may get them to be more a part of what I am making. I would also like, in the future, to work with other artists. That’s always nice to do. 

Anyway, I like the idea of walking about my studio and taking candid shots and turning that into art. The thing about making art. When you are doing it all the time, well, you are doing it all the time. That’s why I loved martial arts. It was another way to make art. It was a way to exercise and make art at the same time. 

Well, that’s the process section of this little blog post. It is turning out to be, the blog post, kind of like a little newspaper type of thing. It has sections. That’s easy enough to do. Because I’m wanting to get 3000 words a day blog entry if I can. that’s spectacular, if I can do that. Kind of a long blog entry. But you don’t have to read it all. I don’t read the whole newspaper. I scan it and read articles I like. Maybe one day I will actually write the blog so it looks like a newspaper, is laid out that way. i don’t really have time for that now. But, in the future, if I live long enough, possibly. 

Bad and Mediocre Ideas (Like These Ones)

Well, looky here. I need a new section. What will it be? Will it be about art, or writing and literature? Will I later strike-through such meta stuff? This musing openly, like the rock band who sings “Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go from from here?” Meta. Yeah. Terrible. Shouldn’t be in a blog. Right? Who wants to read such crap? Really. Who wants to reads some self-referential meta crap? I might strike-through it later. It is a little too process-y. 

There is something to be said for thinking on one’s toes. There is also something to be said for having a plan. Even if it is a small plan. Like, I don’t have to actually write bout thinking about what to write. But here’s the thing. I once read this book on how to write and how to get good at writing, and the book actually does advise to write this way if you don’t know what to write, just to get you writing. So, if you don’t know what to write, you just write, over and over, I don’t know what to write. Maybe I will think of what to write, but I don’t know right now…. That kind of massive crap. It’s like telling someone to go take a massive crap. And sometimes you have to do that with art and with writing. Yeah, you do that, but you don’t have to share it. The book didn’t advise that

I have gotten two paragraphs into this section, and I still don’t know what this section is going to be about. i may think in the future about all the sorts of things i may write. I may make a list. That would be a good idea. Why don’t I try that? This is now three paragraphs in that I haven’t said anything and probably wasted someone’s time if they read this. Well, it is a blog. And it’s an art blog. This is a lot of words to have to strike-through… 

I actually have a great idea for a book. I’m thinking of some notes I put down and some things I could talk about, but I will save for later. Anyway, the book is Really Bad Ideas and Mediocre Ones. Perhaps this section falls into that category. I think it does. Okay, so that’s a new section. I won’t write this section every time. But it is a possibility, especially when I need some fluff to round out my word count. 

Hey, look. It is way better than some ai crap. You know that stuff is all over the place. Can Google spot it? I’m going to Google that right now. I Google everything. Obviously, it can, to a certain extent. It may be possible to hide some of that. But, you know you can fool some of the people some of the time… How did that saying go? Lincoln. Right? You can fool some of the people some of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time. Who cares? These days. I don’t want to get political, but I wonder about how Trump got into office the first time. 

Now, I did get a little political. And I am sure I have some people who support my art who also support Trump. I’m sorry. I just don’t see what anyone sees in a man who is convicted for rape and other crimes. But, mainly, the rape. I know Biden has done some shady things in that respect as well. To be honest, I don’t have faith in today’s politicians. I think the whole two party system we live under in the US is a shell game, anyway. I vote for the good cop, the democrat because he is going to do less damage. Less damage to the environment, for one thing. But it doesn’t stop there. 

Okay, so that’s another bad idea. Talking about politics in a blog where I want to support my art. Yep. This section is moving right along. The bad idea section. The strike-through most of the words or all of the words under this section section. 

On the positive, I think it is incredible that I actually thought up another section for writing my blog and that I did that while writing. In part, I write this blog to prime the pump so I can write other stuff.  I will say, though, that I know very well that words, just putting down content, day after day – writing, and not cutting and pasting together things, actually writing, that will amount to something. Yes, sure, this section is one of the more boring sections. That goes without saying. Hey, even that, I shouldn’t have said. That last sentence was pure fluff. Terrible. 

But the point is made here. Ideas come when you write. You just have to write. It works, instead of just sitting there. There is something about the way the fingers work upon the keys. That’s how I do it, typing. 

I took a typing class, once, in high school. Later, after I had forgotten how to type, I taught myself how to do it again. I could be faster, I know. But who the hell cares. I write fast enough. I look at the keys. Big deal. It works for me. 

Typing class in high school reminds me of a story. I will save that for later. That’s the thing about writing. You do it, you get ideas. You just do. And one idea leads to another, and another, and another. 

Sigh. End of section. What a relief.

Writing Prompt/s

This last part is a little trick I like to do. It is a writing prompt. Today’s writing prompt is a sentence that came to me, and image – yeck – actually, that came to me. The writing prompt is this:

Let us shed our flesh. 

That’s the sentence. You can make of it what you will. It’s gory. I will give you that. Good for a horror story. Or, it doesn’t have to be gory. It can just mean that we die. Here is an alternative to that sentence prompt. It came to me as I verbally wrote it down in my phone. The phone translated what I said a little differently. Here’s the alternative:

Lettuce shed our flesh.

I will grant you, that’s interesting. Lettuce is shedding flesh. One does not think of lettuce doing that. But here I think of lettuce shredding flesh, which is different from lettuce shedding flesh. Well, that’s yet another writing prompt.

Lettuce shred our flesh.

You must admit, these are good prompts. And they are all yours, if you want them. As Mike Myers used to say, “Talk amongst yourselves. I will give you a topic.” Yeah, those are my topics for today. Weird topics. Horror topics.

You know what Margaret Atwood would do in a writing workshop? She would tell her students to write a Red Riding Hood story from the point of view of being inside the wolf. So, writers cannot shy away from tough subjects, or gory ones, or horrific ones.

The Writing Blog Begins 9-28-24

Sep 27, 2024

On Improv

Last night I went to see my 26 year old son in an improv performance at Theatre 99 in Charleston, South Carolina. He was among a handful of students from a class there. They performed beautifully. As my son explained to me, they were doing something called “long form”, which basically means that they are to weave themes throughout their performance, and do so on the spot, thinking things up as they go along. My son, Julian, told me this is akin to writing. “Actually,” he said to me, “long form is more like writing than acting.” 

Can you imagine getting up on stage with a small group and making up your performance as you go along? Well, that is what they did. I have to admit, I was bored at times – not by my son. He was great. But, hey, what do you expect? These guys are making everything up on the spot. 

Okay, so, the students did their performances first. Then, at the end, came on the professionals. These guys perform like this all the time. Do they get paid? I hope so. My son is taking classes at Theatre 99. The classes are highly coveted, especially the ones in the later stages. The classes go all the way up to “stage 5”. At stage 5 one is getting close, very close, to performing with a troup and doing this every week for an audience. Does one get paid? That is always the question. 

I was surprised, with all the demand for it, that there are not more classes given. Like, why not offer more stage 5 classes if so many people want to get into them? If I were a performer, needing money, as I imagine most of them do, why would I not want  to teach? It only stands to reason. They don’t have a lot of stage 5 classes. There might just be one, actually. Highly coveted. You get put into a random lottery. You cross your fingers and hope you get in. That doesn’t seem like the best business model to me. But, again, these are artists. Let’s remember that. 

I once, many years ago, before I was married, even – that was how long ago it was, maybe 35 years ago? – I had a dream that I was teaching an improvisation class. At the time, I had no idea that this could be something taught. I just thought it was an interesting dream. Now my son is taking such a class. So, it turns out, the dream was prophetic. 

The students did admirably. I was, as I say, at times, bored. Do you know how hard this work is? Better you than me, I thought. You get up on stage and have to make things up as you go along. To make it more interesting, your partners, the other people performing with you, can change and add elements to the scene. The dynamics of the scene can totally change in a moment, and you, the performer, have to go along with that. 

So, you can be going along, with an idea of what the scene is about and who the characters, you being one of them, are, and suddenly, one of the performers changes things, and you have to roll with that. So, a lot of great creativity comes of this. It helps to be a good liar. I am an adequate liar. I sometimes practice on my son. When my wife was alive, I sometimes practiced on her. She was great to practice on because sometimes she was gullible. I don’t’ know why. It was a strange thing about her. She was a clinical psychologist, a very good one, and, believe me, not many things got past her. But then, at the same time, she could be very trusting and very gullible. It was all in fun, my games. 

One time, early in our relationship, I was giving her a tarot reading. We would give each other tarot readings. She had this thing she did. If the reading did not end on a happy note, that is, a good card, she would say, “draw  it out to a major arcana.” Which mean, keep pulling cards until a major arcana card came up. In the tarot, there are 24 or so major arcana cards, you know, the archetypal ones, the ones that are the most archetypal, cards like The Fool, The Star, The Devil, The Hierophant… All cards that start with the article “The”. Well, in retrospect, I guess all the cards could start with the article, “the”. But the major arcana has a name of some kind of person or people after the article “the”. 

So, my wife, who was, at the time, my girlfriend, she would always say Draw it out to a major arcana if the card the reading ended on didn’t suit her. So, I thought I would play a trick. I don’t know how I managed to do this secretly. It helps to have some dexterity and to have learned a few card tricks. I stacked the deck so that all the bad cards ended the reading. And, let me remind you if you don’t know, but you probably do, there are a lot of scary, bad cards in the tarot. Honestly, I don’t know why people give themselves and others readings with the tarot. The cards, so many of them, are so bad, so dark. 

I kept pulling bad cards. The Ten of Swords, which is a guy lying on a beach with a bunch of swords stuck in his back and it’s dark, The 5 of Swords, which is considered by many, the worst card int he deck, which has these unhappy people all standing about with lowered swords, and it is obvious something did not go well, and this card means a hollow victory. The sword cards can be bad. There is the 3 of Swords, which is a heart with 3 swords stuck into it. There is the 9 of swords which is someone who looks like he’s lying on his deathbed with a bunch of swords, well, count ‘em, 9, hanging on the wall above him. There are some not so great Cup cards. There is the 5 of cups, which, if my memory serves me, is 5 cups turned upside down, or in some gooey situation. There are so many bad cards, I cannot think of them all. But I was pulling them, the 10 of Swords, the 3 of Swords, the dreaded 5 of Swords. And she was getting wide eyed. She went along with it for the longest time. I couldn’t believe it. Until, smirking me, I gave it away. And, well, who can get that bad a tarot reading anyway? I say that if the tarot reading is that bad, it must be reversed. It must be good. 

Sometimes I practice on my son. I tell him something that is fake. I keep it up until he knows I’m lying. He’s pretty good at this himself. I have to watch out for him. He catches me pretty quickly. Like, sometimes I can’t even get anything over on him. But then, I tell him something that is real. And then he disbelieves that. So I caught him. And I explain, no, that really is true. 

If you think about it, we improvise all the time. But to have to be on stage doing it, that ups the level considerably. Which is to say, I highly regard anyone who has the gumption and creativity to do that. If I were up there, I’m sure I would make things difficult for the other performers, which you are not supposed to do. Yes, your partner actors can throw in a wrench or two, but it should be a fairly small wrench. Not a big one. See, for example, if one of my partner actors was to throw in a wrench and I was to have to roll with it, go along with it, I might not do that. That would be my wrench, and that’s…that’s really against the rules. You shouldn’t do that. Which is to say, I have my own set of rules for what I am doing, and I’m glad I’m not up there. 

But think about it. We are all improvising all the time. We talk to ourselves. I certainly do quite a lot of that. It is entertaining. So, we entertain ourselves. It’s more fun, really, when you can do it with others. So, all that is to say, there is a great amount of creativity that can be had simply by hanging out with people, especially ones you can play with. One hopes this is done in an environment of fun and no judgements. How else can a group work together? 

When the students got finished performing, the professionals came on, and, I have to say, they were rather good. They were able to sustain interest in scene after scene and weave the scenes together. Now, to do this, they had to be wacky. This is not Meryl Streep acting. this is not Shakespeare. Although, who knows? I’m sure there had to be some improvising back then. 

This is tough stuff to do. To purely improvise and weave scene after scene and return to scenes and to sustain interest and be funny? That’s damned hard. You really have to think on your toes. 

Which, by the way, is what a writer has to do – all…the…time. Which is why I have so much respect for them. It is a form of writing, this improv stuff. 

I went to art school for film, film animation and illustration. The animator is classically described thusly: the animator is a closet actor. He’s shy. So he gets a creature, whatever he animates, to act for him. Now, besides this, in my day – because I am old, I’m 62 – it also took a great deal of patience. There was also another skill, besides being able to draw, that an animator had to have or was blessed, hopefully, with, and that is an ability to analyze an action and break it up into parts and see those parts working together. Today, you have the computer doing all that stuff for you. Oh, to be sure, there are still the old fashioned animators. They have their place. They can be part of the effort. But it is also possible nowadays to cobble something together that is an animation and to do so without the tedious process of analyzing the acting and breaking down the movements. That is a specialized skill, being able to break down the movements. 

Many years ago, I thought I was pretty good at doing that, and I thought I was pretty good at drawing. I once worked for this animator – he did commercials in Atlanta, GA. He would, every now and then give me a project of drawing what are called “in betweens”, the movements between the main movements he would draw. I can tell you, he was never satisfied with my work. He was always having to fix it. Not to mention that I took a long enough time doing it. So,even though I thought I was pretty good, apparently I was not as good as I thought. 

Paper Mache Pigs

I’m going to tell you what this blog is really about. It’s kind of about improvising, in a way. I write. I’m a writer, and an artist, a sculptor. So, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. So, I start out writing a blog entry to prime the pump. That’s basically all I am doing. 

Now, is this entertaining? How much of myself am I going to have to share? All sorts of questions like that come to mind. 

I will admit, this is pretty meta. But, that kind of self-referential stuff is something I am familiar with. I do it plenty enough. Any artist does, or can. It is tempting. Maybe I should not bite. 

Killing two birds with one stone. Here is one problem. The whole thing about being able to make money. It is a constant concern. I would imagine it is that way for most artists. Or, “artprenuers”, you might call them. So, the concern here, besides that I mention making money is a concern, the other concern here is that I do not want that to pull me apart in too many places. I don’t want to be over extended. Yes, that is the term. Over extended. I had to think about it. Why? Perhaps because I was over extended. 

And, I will say, maybe I am that. I have all sorts of copper frog sculpture work to do. I have frog sculptures that need to be packed and shipped. I have money that needs to be invoiced. I have materials to buy. I have my studio which always is needing to be organized. And then there’s my house, and the work it needs. I’m just getting started, here. 

I have, as I like to always have, the “new project that I’m all excited about”. Right now, that is pigs. I’m making them out of another material besides copper. This is something I will talk a lot about. In later entries. I don’t want to go into it all now. But, I have been working in copper for over 30 years. I have been making copper frogs for over 30 years. Well, that’s what people want. I know, but the materials are so expensive. Even when I ask for more money, I still don’t make what I think I should be making. With cheaper materials, I have more freedom. 

This comes down to needing also to have a certain amount of confidence. I think about it this way. I’m always thinking about it this way. I’m an artist. I look at what other people have done with certain materials. Does that mean that I’m going to do that with those materials? Even if I use the same methods, the result is going to be different. The result is going to be my art. That is really something I learned. Take the paper mache pigs I am working on right now. There’s a lot of crap out there made with paper mache. Crap. Kids play with paper mache. Maybe that’s when it’s not as much crap. But, that’s crap, too. And the thing with paper mache, it has this way of generalizing the surface, of smoothing everything out. So you don’t have hard corners. So, how am I going to get hard corners? How am I going to work with this material? That’s the thing. There can be a lot of paper mache stuff out there, but some of it is really good. Most of it is not. But some of it is art. 

So I have to tell myself, regardless of what materials you are working with, you are making art, and it’s your art. And if you are any good as a sculptor, there will be those who will want what you make. Now, that’s hard for me to tell myself because, for so many, many years, people have been wanting the copper frog sculptures. And they don’t really care that much that I made them. Although, in the end, they do, of course, because I am not just an artist. I’m also a craftsman. So, the question is, does my artistry and craftsmanship translate into other materials? As a sculptor, I would hope that it does.

So this is a rather important thing to remind oneself of. See, all this time, people have wanted these copper frog sculptures. They want copper. But I don’t want to work in copper all the time. And, by the way, it uses up all my materials. It uses all my fuel because copper requires a lot of heat to weld and braze. And then there is the copper. And there is the brazing rod and stainless steel. These are expensive materials. Plus, the time it takes to make the work. All the labor involved. I would like to work in other materials. But then you cannot put it out in your yard. You see? It has to go in someone’s house. Like a painting. But they don’t have room for a sculpture. It has to go outside. These are the type of problems I have to deal with. 

But I do tell myself, hey, you are an artist and a craftsman. Besides that, you can make an intriguing creature, whatever it is, whether it is a frog or an elf or a pig – whatever. So, that is, in itself, a kind of niche. The creature building thing. That’s what I do. Even before I made frogs for a living, people in art school, friends who I went to school with, knew me as the fellow who made creatures orf one sort or another. Remember, animation? 

So, I tell myself, look, I know how to bring life to a creature. That is what I am really doing. And I have certain skills. I can work with materials. I have versatility and resourcefulness. You don’t know… So, it doesn’t have to always be a copper frog. Oh, to be sure, I do make good money making copper frog sculptures. It may not be enough for me, partly because I want to do other things, make other animals, for one thing, and write. Remember the killing two birds with one stone? That’s multi-tasking. Basically. 

The thing is, regardless of whatever materials you are working with, and even regardless whatever methods and techniques you are using, you have to remember, it’s you doing it. So, Picasso, he like to draw with crayons. Crayons. Probably crayons that belonged to his kids. Take paint. A lot of people work with paint to make pictures. Some of them suck. Let’s be honest about that. And, other pictures painted with the same type of paints, are incredible. It’s like with musicians. A really good one can take a a non-par instrument, and make music out of it. A really great guitarist can make a bad guitar sing. He knows how to do it. Even, he should. He should work with tools and materials that are subpar. Tools and materials that are student grade. He should be able to make those materials sing. Same with a painter. I know we all love the expensive paints, the expensive colors. But, let’s be real, here. If you are any good of an artist, you can take artist grade paints with not as much pigment in them and make the colors sing. If you cannot do that, well, you are not really that great of a painter. Part of that is draftsmanship. Sure, theres is a lot of draftsmanship in a good painting. Even a Jackson Pollock has draftsmanship in it. It truly does. Don’t believe me? Hey, Jackson Pollack is not so easy to copy. Most people cannot do that. His work sings. 

Some Meta

So this is the deal. It is kind of a test. I’m going to write 3000 – count ‘em, 3000 – words for a blog every day. An art blog. It’s about art. It’s about creativity. So it can meander a little bit. A teensy weensy little bit. Hey, if what’s his name can duct tape a banana to a wall and call it a day – a $200,00 day. I think it was. If what’s his name can do that, I can write a teensily weensily meandering just a little bit blog. Can I make as much money from doing it? Well, you got me, there – but… BUT, I bet I can make some money from my blog. If I just get more eyes on my work, even if that becomes yet another sale of another copper frog, still, that’s money. And I have had experience with these sorts of things. I know that content, true content will get me seen on Google. I have done it before with images of my work. Why not writing? 

Look, I will say the same thing, or something similar, to what I read in the comedian Maria Bamford’s book. She says, feel free not to read all of this book, she says of the book she wrote. And then she says, the punchline, “I didn’t.” Which is great. Right? so, feel free to read whatever you like and leave the rest. 

I’ll be honest. When I am reading a book, rarely do I ever linger on every word. There may be patches I don’t even understand. Now, if that happens too much, I might put down the book. But, I will say, if the writer is any good, I can trust him. Okay, I didn’t understand this or that description, or this or that thing you said. I don’t care. I know you will soon cut to the chase, and so, I can live with that and just enjoy the sounds and the veracity of the sounds in the work. I don’t need to understand everything. I learned that skill when, as a kid, I read Shakespeare, which impressed my mother who was a Shakespeare scholar. 

This is how it goes with the art. Every artist, nowadays, who wants to get attention, what are they going to do? They are going to talk about or show in some way their process. You cannot get away from that. So you just have to go with it. And, frankly, not all artists do a good job of that. The reason? Simply, it may be, because they don’t have to. They aren’t having to make a living doing it, maybe. That could be one reason. But the ones that have to make a living form selling the art, certainly, showing process is a big way to create content. Whether it is talking about what you do, or teaching, or taking pictures or video of what you are doing, it is showing process. 

This is such a must that it seems to me a kind of evolutionary thing. Here we are at a point in the evolution of art that showing process is part of the thing. You cannot get away from it. Believe me, I have tried. 

I will talk more in depth about this in later posts. I think it deserves a post focusing on that point. 

A Writing Prompt

I will leave you with this. It is an idea for the beginning of a science fiction story. It is a kind of prompt. Perhaps it could be a first sentence of first paragraph. It is good enough for that. You can use it, too, if you so desire. I’m not afraid of anyone doing that because, hey, your story will not be my story. It’s just a prompt. These ideas are free to be shared. 

Which is a nice thing, a benefit of reading this blog. It’s about creativity. Hopefully, somewhere a long the line, I will inspire. Hopefully, even, maybe, some of my ideas you will want to use in your own work. In that we wwe can be silent collaborators. All art is a collaboration, anyway, when you think of it. What is the saying? Take it and make it yours. Steal it. But do so with pizzazz. Or with whatever. It doesn’t have to be pizzazz. It doesn’t have to be “zestfull”. That’s a Stephen King reference to his book “on Writing.” He read a book once, it was science fiction, where everything was zestful, or something like that. 

Anyway, the idea. Here it is. Maybe someone else has come up with this idea, but I think it’s a good prompt. Here it is.

Flying saucers, on the contrary, are not actually alien creations. They are, indeed, very human creations. 

That’s the prompt. I’m already thinking of more to say and fill out that paragraph with.