The Art In Yourself

There are things you can believe in, in life, that you don’t have to believe in, in art.

There are people you can dislike in life, who you can adore in art.

There are people you can respect in life, who you don’t respect in art.

There are things you cannot say in life, which you must say in art.

There are things hidden from you in life, that are revealed in art.

There are wounds you endure in life, that don’t hurt you in art.

There are lies you tell yourself in life, that are absolutely true in art.

Art can subvert, usurp, switch, reveal, conceal, and clarify.

In art the future is behind you, the past is in front of you.

There is no one way to do art, and it can’t be done properly – whatever that means.

Art is like the world. It is whatever you want it to be.

Blast From The Past – Open Secret Podcast

Open Secret Podcast

At my last birthday I had a conversation with a friend I hadn’t seen for almost 20 years (though we correspond regularly). During the conversation we discussed how there wasn’t a single cell in our bodies that was the same last time we met. We pondered if that was the case, how we could remember all those days we spent at school all those years ago. I think I mentioned that we don’t remember the actual events, we remember the last time we remembered them. It was an unusual conversation, because so much history was in the present moment – so that it was loaded with expectation and curiosity. We were adjusting to who we were in that present moment, and having to let go of the expectations and the past to really see each other. It was a fascinating and fun encounter. I felt a bit like I was 1997 again!

It is in the spirit of that encounter I am presenting some work from 2006. I am a completely different person from 2006, again there is not a single cell in my body that has not changed since then.

I am a different person.

But I think people may still enjoy this podcast!

Why Do You Have To Write?

This is a brilliant question which came my way recently.

Today I write because I am no longer afraid, but if I were afraid I would write regardless.

I know a very good acting teacher who is very astute if he feels his students are moving into territory of ‘self harm’ – by which I mean he is aware if they are going to a place that would be detrimental to them. He simply steps in and redirects them to a better place.

It’s important for artists of all kind to be aware that the work they make does not have to come from a place of pain. Their own or others.

However it would be a mistake to think you can avoid it, sorrow always comes to us. It is insuperable. We must find a way to accept it, and let it instruct us, make us better people – kinder, more compassionate, aware of our own shadow, and that of others.

It must help us understand what is good and nourishing and true and worth protecting.

I do not write to harm myself or others, but I must be ready to write about harm – of all kinds. Sorrow and grief run through life, as surely as joy and contentment and excitement.

The world is a place of wonder and beauty, and there are forces that try to obscure this. It is the battle against those forces that made me a writer.