After reading “Steal Like an Artist” by Austin Kleon ( Highly recommended) I came to be interested with this author. Along my search with Kleon’s name I found out that he has another book called “Newspaper Blackout” . Basically, the book is a collection of poems using a different methodology than the usual pen and paper method. It is about taking a piece of newspaper and highlighting the words that stand out and scribble the rest of the words and than those “stand out words” form a poem. (Visit his site to learn more about it).
I was, still am, fascinated by the idea and put the book on my “to-read” list. Meanwhile, I got inspired (or more likely stole like an artist) to do a therapy using this method and a canvas.
You see years ago when I was 15 years old ( some of you my ex-blog readers know this) I wrote a book. Published and all but not in stores. Because I hated the book I wrote, yes we come to hate the things that we do. From its dull typical plot, to it’s uncountable grammar mistakes I just left the boxes of one hundred+ books in the closet. So I decided to do a therapy where I renovate my words into other words. My work to other work. Sounds like good therapy to me.
The idea came in taking the first page of each chapter (nineteen chapters in total plus an introduction page) and creating the newspaper blackout thing, than putting it on a canvas that I’ve colored with rusted wall-like color to look like as if its pinned on an old isle wall in some old poor neighborhood. Continue reading
I’m not a coward person but I do find a preferred method in not speaking especially when it something so intense that I rather not see the reaction of the person in front of me. It is not a thing that I think is worth fighting for if I’m not heard. I also have a problem with delivering my message upright to the person in front of me. Hence, with all that I find my belonging and thoughts come into written words. I do believe I am best with expressing myself within them. Within writing, whether it was story telling where I deliver I certain message through them (yes, even outraged messages), or through being straight forward and saying it (or in my case writing it) in bold letters. Bottom line this is my weapon and this is my courage form. You want to know me read me. Trust me people who read the words I’m writing are the most people that know me, I’m raw here more like uncooked meat (but of course I’m not to be eaten ;p). But I guess you get what I am saying here. Writing is more like my words shouted out loud, my la-la land, my creme brule if you may say. And most of all it is my weapon that I am not afraid to use. So congrats people you know me too well I’m afraid you’ll black mail me (round of applause!).
Having said the above, my weapon does get rusted at times. My brain just freezes and is most probably afraid to be on the open verge even to admit it to myself. I’m like “no I’m not thinking that, not going to write that”, but who am I kidding, I am thinking it why am I hiding it? Yes, my brain needs renewal, not writer’s block (because no such exists) but what can I say it is more like I’m too engrossed to see the obvious. Oblivious to the obvious.
I’m not sure of any of that.. I’m not even sure if I should post this.. but you know what?
I’m not going to grip on those anymore, I’m going to loosen my grip on my thoughts. This is my home. This is my place.
Tea, coffee anyone?