Artist of the Week... But Why?
I was picked as PixelatedGeek.com's Artist of the Week. It's full of boring, generic advice for aspiring writers.
Why the hell they'd ask me to chime in, I'll never know. I still have major trouble accepting myself as any sort of artist. I struggle constantly with the ability to actually communicate anything with any of my work, and I really think that's the key portion of any art actually being art.
I wish I could expose my spirit freely; show my soul with no convolution or ambiguity. And I just can't... Not really anyway. I try so hard to capture feelings and put them in words. But it's impossible to put light in a jar, and it's impossible to truly capture a moment using something as limited as language.
I also struggle with the fact that no one would ever truly understand how what I'd describe would translate to how I felt about it. The way Haight St. smelled at dusk the summer I lived in San Francisco; the feeling of near-conquest the day I figured out how the New York subway system worked (regardless of the fact that millions of others have done the very same thing). The pain and anguish of thinking I'd lost my chance to be with Andrea once, followed by the joy of finally being able to be around her and not having to hold back when I wanted to kiss her.
These emotions - the actual raw feelings - are what I really wish I could share. Not just a third-person account of "I felt [x], then I was very [y] about it after." Every single time I write anything remotely like that, I become aware that the entire statement depends on someone having had that experience (or one like it) and hoping they can recall how that felt. And if they haven't, all I have to rely on is their ability to imagine how it could feel, which as we all know is never actually correct.
My wedding day, my first kiss, making the football team... These are easy. These experiences end up happening in some form in everyone's life. I say the words "On my wedding day..." and immediately start with a person half-full of emotion and experience and all I have to do from there is guide them where I want them to be. It's the small victories and tiny experiences that I wish I could share, because they mean the most. They stack up to make us who we are.
The big moments are what memories are made of. The small things; they end up being the building blocks of our souls.
Anyway, hope you enjoy my pithy advice for writers from my PixelatedGeek.com interview, linked once again here because I read in some blogging guideline book that you're supposed to do that shit.