I had what I thought was a wonderful idea for an art project today, but now the more that I reflect upon it I find it increasingly silly.It may not be, it may just be a crisis of confidence... But for now the chances of me actually carrying out the idea seem slim to none.
― Melissa W (Melissa W), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 03:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― di smith (lucylurex), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:30 (twenty-three years ago)
I had the idea to frame a mirror and call it "You" but then after a few minutes realized it was a pretty bad idea.
But I did have another idea that I still think is awesome. I wanted to paint many amazing beautiful pictures, and fold them up so no one can see them.
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:38 (twenty-three years ago)
Fortunately I never followed through with this.
― j.lu (j.lu), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 04:41 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ess Kay (esskay), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 07:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 07:59 (twenty-three years ago)
And, um, for my brilliant thoughts - I've learned not to voice them, 'cause people start pointing out flaws or I feel ridiculous and drop the entire concept. I'm much better off just struggling through things on my own, and while almost nothing ends-up the way I initally envisioned it (from food to writing to art to travel) I usually find I've created and/or participated in something that I could not have previously contemplated.
Right now I am mulling an art installation project - I've been jotting ideas and sketches in notebook as they occur to me - it's a blast to look back and see where things have evolved from (and occasionally I stumble across something that I've forgotten, and am able to revive and then revise). Actually, I just love my notebook - it's full of everything from ramblings and ventings to story ideas to outlines for books to poetry drafts to books I want to read to grocery and "to-do" lists - I hope they burn it when I croak, else I am going to be eulagized as being incredibly batty (or maybe brilliant?) A key to the notebook - fun colored pens (I love the metallic gel thingys!) and crayons and so forth - and writing every which way but straight. All of which is good for me, 'cause I've four years of technical writing/ editing behind me, as well as many more years of practice in the topic - which means I haven't been thinking much of "creating" for some while - I am working to re-oil my mind, with some luck.
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 08:48 (twenty-three years ago)
More specifically, in this one autobiography class, I thought of something which I considered quite clever, but when I mentioned in class, the prof basically said it was no-duh given. Of course this experience prevented me from voicing other things I was afraid were givens but turned out not to be. I can't actually remember what it was, so I'm not be specific at all.
Also, my rough draft of Ulysses was hot stuff, wow look at all the linguistic trickery and manipulation of chronology Joyce does, turns out I'm regurgitating elementary poststructuralism all wrong. Hahah.
― Leee (Leee), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 09:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― minna (minna), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 10:21 (twenty-three years ago)
I am stupid enough that I almost always blunder through and actualise those "Wow, wouldn't it be great if I..." inspirations. Sometimes I regret them, mostly I don't. Even things which seemed like horrible, stupid, awful ideas later I grow to realise they were actually good things.
That fucking solo show, for one... it was SOOOOO traumatic. I so nearly didn't do it. I so nearly got up and walked off in the middle of the set. I thought it was a bad idea, and I wanted to lay down and die immediately after the set. But in the weeks following, half a dozen people have independently told me that it really touched them. So it *was* a good thing.
Don't let self doubt and self loathing rob of your talent. Please. The world needs more people like you!
― kate, Tuesday, 28 January 2003 10:43 (twenty-three years ago)
― Douglas (Douglas), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 13:37 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 14:28 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 17:25 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn (moretap), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 17:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 17:32 (twenty-three years ago)
― fields of salmon (fieldsofsalmon), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 18:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 18:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 18:59 (twenty-three years ago)
Seems like an okay story to tell, yeah? But the more I think about the more boring it seems, even if I fictionalize it. Even when people tell me I should do something with it, part of me thinks no one would care. So yeah, I empathize totally.
― Sean Carruthers (SeanC), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 19:18 (twenty-three years ago)
I always have these absolutely massive and impractical ideas that I never carry out.
I am an artist with no art, a writer with no writings...
― Melissa W (Melissa W), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 23:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Tuesday, 28 January 2003 23:22 (twenty-three years ago)
― Melissa W (Melissa W), Wednesday, 29 January 2003 01:28 (twenty-three years ago)
― di smith (lucylurex), Wednesday, 29 January 2003 01:39 (twenty-three years ago)