Artistically speaking, in life there are moments when I feel lost in a limbo that looks like a creative hibernation and effort to focus on what I have in my head.
Probably because this seems to me empty, or confused.
Equally likely, in part, is not so as to short flashes of visions I almost elusive. They are similar to the tremors and I refer to the creative state that is my essence returning to the sheets and colors for a few moments.
E 'a been so elusive as to annoy and upset me more than my Buddhist.
In those moments is a constant coming and going between the study (the room itself or the notebook in my purse) and any other job I have, including the work itself.
Maybe even months after I find a puzzle microidee and notes that's just my nature to subconsciously Virgin Settembrina helps me not to be missed.
talking Artistically, there are moments During my life I feel myself lost in a sort of "creative hibernation" and it's so hard to make the focus on WHAT I have in my head. Probably Because It looks empty or confused me. Equally probable
this is not true Because I have quick, short and uncatchable visions. They are very short
like Tremors That I recall was the creative is my essence and That bring me back to sheets and colors for little moments. This is a
Confusing I know and elusive status That Makes my crazy deep Buddhist side.
In Those moments I like and go Between my study (the real room or the notebook in my handbag) and I Have Any Other occupation, real jobs included.
Maybe after months, I see on my desk of a puzzle and notes microideas That only my Virgo nature, unconsciously, helps to keep me safe.
Butto, gate and repaint the entire table. Unmount the portfolios. Select and collect everything like that to my mind. Crop, in fact, look. I cry, I get angry, I despair. I leave it all in a corner and come back to play, dance, watch a cartoon, to be filled with colored jerseys and stockings.
What happens?
I'm turning my musical background unconsciously looking for something that I could not really define. Perhaps another myself.
I throw, I erase and I paint again Entire illustration.
I select and I collect all the images my mind That Likes. I cut, I write, I watch.
I cry, I get angry and sad. I leave everything in the corner and I return to play, to dance, to watch a cartoon, to fill me up of dresses and colorful socks.
What happens?
unconsciously I am turning over my creative searching luggage Able to define what I'm not. Perhaps an other
Me
Those jerks creative lead me to a draft board,
Those creative Tremors carry a rough,
with a hint of color,
a bit of color,
and finally to realize that, in my creative vacuum, I'm planning again.
A new book project that was old but that I loved so much, so much to talk about my creativity when I myself had no words.
It 's a tough road, hard and heavy for the soul and feeling, but what amazes me is how the unconscious with which creeps in me when I feel lost.
Only a few know how to listen and understand the evil of that time. My mother does it very well, with love and energy.
and at last they make me feel that, in my empty creative, I am planning again.
A new book project that was old but that I loved a lot, so much to speak to my creativity when I didn't have words. It's a hard, laborious and heavy road for my spirit and sensibility but the unconscious modality with which it comes in me when I feel lost is astonishing.
Just some people understand that bad moment. My mother does it in a great way, with love and energy.
Oggi ho raccolto tutto il lavoro fatto inconsapevolmente ed รจ interessante.
Today I have collected all the unconsciously job and it's interesting.
The intention is to continue to have as a point of arrival, a well-defined project for the fair in Bologna in 2011.
In fact perhaps is to have in hand the tangible result of the opportunity to create something good even in times of darkness creative.
My wish is to go on, to Have a sort of defined end point for the Bologna Bookfair 2011. Perhaps, in reality, my wish is in the hands HAVING the tangible result of the Possibility to create something good in bad Also creative moments.
Island Cobalt, this is the project, is the brainchild of a friend, teacher and colleague with the words that failed to retract my soul in its great simplicity. Thanks Gianluca
:) See you
the next year!
The next post in the New Year!
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