Monica D. MurgiaArt, creativity, and fashion
The interval between events is not insignificant. I’ve come to understand this over the years. Desire is often not enough to create something beautiful or meaningful. Looking back, I see how willful I used to be. I’d toil away at making drawings of people or landscapes. I’d fill sketchbooks to the brim, trying persistently to create a photographic drawing. Persistence can be good when it creates discipline. But too much persistence restrict creativity and freedom.
An Alleyway in Pennsylvania. March 2013.
Like so many other people, I wonder how I’ll every pay off my student loans. I criticize myself for not having understood what I was doing to my financial future at 22, when graduate school was so appealing and the economy was more stable. Thankfully, I have a wonderful job and a plan to fix the mistakes that I’ve made. But staying positive can be challenging. The smallest event can carry me far, far away on a trail of self-loathing and doubt.
In 1784, Mr. Jean-Baptiste Huet, an artist employed by the Oberkampf works located near Jouy, France etched this design. This type of copperplate print, known as Toile de Jouy illustrates the various processes used in printing textiles.
Wesley Simpson presents a group of new scarfs from his collection of designs by famous artists. Included are scarfs by Marcel Vertes and Salvador Dali.
Existence is musical. I heard this expression a few weeks ago, and it left a big impression on me. The idea that life doesn’t have a destination, a goal, is really liberating. For a long time, I felt trapped in an endless corridor of goals. I became enmeshed in the idea that success is a far off destination, achieved only after years of school, tedious jobs, and walking over hot coals. The dream is to one day arrive – whenever that is – save up a bit, retire and then enjoy the fruits of your labor.
Image courtesy of Work of Heart Studios. (And available for purchase!)
Interestingly enough, I “arrived” a bit early and realized that it was all a hoax. At 25, I had finished a graduate degree, was teaching college, and had all the outer trappings of success. But inside, I didn’t feel one bit different at all. I had arrived at the finish line, only to realize that life isn’t a race. Life isn’t a journey with a serious destination. To think this is to cheat yourself out of happiness in the present moment. You delay happiness and tolerate situations to hopefully, one day get there at the end.
In music, the end of the song isn’t the point of the composition. We don’t dance to arrive at a specific spot in the room. The point of music and dancing is to enjoy the experience. And so is life. Life is a musical thing, and the point is to dance or sing along the way.
Image courtesy of Deviant Art.