I’ve been writing up a storm here in Corralitos and thought we might take the day off from our usual Q&A format. I just got a batch of photos from the workshop for the Lincoln in the Bardo opera and am going to share some of them below…such an inspiring weekend that very much woke up in me a sense of 1) art is real and alive and essential and 2) it can be done. There’s the outer life (what’s happening in the world) and the inner life (the baseline state from which we make sense of the outer life) and this little Cincinnati immersion was beneficial to both lives, it felt like. If nothing else, to see powerful people interacting in a positive and hopeful way was a beautiful antidote to so much of what is going on in the public/political sphere.
Congratulations! You are not only a great teacher of the art of writing, but also of the art of accepting praise and celebration of your works. The muse is universal and art is sharing the universal with all, perhaps. It is not personal and you model that with your care for readers/enjoyers of your work and creators and performers of operas from your works in such a heartfelt way. My ego is screaming "me! me!" and I am reminded that it is not about the artist at all. The artist in the flow disappears and universality remains. Thank you for the reminder.
Talk about an epiphanic moment. You must be in heaven seeing your work translated into music. I can’t wait to see it.🎄🎄🎄✨✨⭐️ you’re so right about art being a refuge from the world woes. Just last week in a writing prompt class run by the brilliant Francine Witte I had a similar thought when writing what turned out to be a crazy micro fable about a donkey who loved an eggshell that didn’t love it back. I flew through the rest of the day. Onwards to the words transforming and to music as salves for wounded souls ✨✨🎄🧿🎶and yay for the plumber last week🕶️🕶️
Congratulations! You are not only a great teacher of the art of writing, but also of the art of accepting praise and celebration of your works. The muse is universal and art is sharing the universal with all, perhaps. It is not personal and you model that with your care for readers/enjoyers of your work and creators and performers of operas from your works in such a heartfelt way. My ego is screaming "me! me!" and I am reminded that it is not about the artist at all. The artist in the flow disappears and universality remains. Thank you for the reminder.
Talk about an epiphanic moment. You must be in heaven seeing your work translated into music. I can’t wait to see it.🎄🎄🎄✨✨⭐️ you’re so right about art being a refuge from the world woes. Just last week in a writing prompt class run by the brilliant Francine Witte I had a similar thought when writing what turned out to be a crazy micro fable about a donkey who loved an eggshell that didn’t love it back. I flew through the rest of the day. Onwards to the words transforming and to music as salves for wounded souls ✨✨🎄🧿🎶and yay for the plumber last week🕶️🕶️