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7 Jun 2010

Music Lessons

Author: Stace

my dusty violin by aileron@flickr

A while back, we attended an open rehearsal of my daughter’s middle school string orchestra. They were preparing for a festival at the time, and a guest conductor—he led California’s high school honor orchestra last year—came in to workshop with them, offering advice on how they could improve their overall performance.

As he worked with the kids, leading to a notable difference just in the space of an hour, I thought that much of what he said were suggestions I could apply to my creative growth as a writer. Here are a few of the lessons he offered, and how I have interpreted them for my own use.

  1. Play. Have fun. Feel the music. It’s better to have the right feeling than the right notes. Inexperienced musicians, like inexperienced writers, often worry too much about making sure they are doing everything correctly. When they make a mistake, they pause, try to go back and fix it. This is a disaster in the middle of a performance, and can untold difficulties for a writer as well. How often do you get hung up on a single word or sentence? Or maybe you spend so much time trying to make that first chapter just perfect that you never move on with the rest of the story? I know I’m guilty of both these faults, and when I get caught up in technical perfection (grammar, vocabulary, sentence structure) I lose the feeling behind the story I am trying to tell. And just as the most technically perfect violinist will sound dull if they convey no emotion in their performance, if a writer cannot feel the emotion at the heart of their story, neither will the audience.
  2. Listen to others, understand your part in the symphony. It always is a little strange listening to my daughter practice the violin at home. The music seems odd, disjointed and incomplete. Only when we attend a performance of the whole orchestra does her small part begin to make sense as part of an entire composition. Every note she plays affects and is affected by the notes the other musicians are playing. As a writer, I want to remember that this character, this scene, this chapter, are all part of a larger composition too. What I write on this page will affect how the reader understands what happens elsewhere in the story. It’s those blended notes that help shape the themes and sensibility of a novel, and elevate it beyond a series of plot events.
  3. Curve your wrist, and don’t hold to tight to your instrument or you’ll be out of pitch. What does being out of pitch mean for a writer? I have read any number of books that were technically well-written, including interesting plot, characters and settings, but left me feeling underwhelmed. I’d liken this to a book being out of pitch (and some readers will be more sensitive to it than others, just like I couldn’t tell you if a violin was in proper pitch or not). One possible reason for this failure, I think, is that the writer is holding too tightly to their instrument, or in other words, they are following all the rules of writing so closely that they have not left any room for magic and surprises, those unexpected discoveries that occur when you leave space for creative exploration. So loosen up. Let the music flow.
  4. Extend. Use the whole bow for the long notes. Contemporary writing, for the most part, doesn’t demand much from the English language. Our media-trained audiences want things quick and easy, and so long as plot and character are delivered, they won’t complain about the lack of artistry in the presentation. But I don’t want to be the writer who gives in to the standard of “good enough.” A whole note played with half the length of the bow will be good enough for most audiences—it’s the same note, filling the same amount of time—but there is a distinct difference in quality, an elegance that transforms the performer into an artist. Like that violinist, I want to use the full length of this marvelous instrument of mine, language, even if it’s not quick and easy. I want to extend myself to the utmost, and bring true artistry to what I write.


Photo credit: aileron@flickr

8 Mar 2010

Playing with the Fairies

Author: Stace

A Flock of Fairies

Not everything you put in a journal turns out exactly like you imagined it. Proof: the above page titled “A Flock of Fairies.” I like the background just fine: I dripped walnut ink down from the top of the page, and since I thought it looked like trees I added green watercolor, which made the walnut ink bleed nicely, creating a nice foresty feeling. I added some stamped leaves for depth.

The fairies started out pretty good too. I really like the triangular dresses cut from text paper, and the wings punched out of backgrounds from the Unicorn Tapestries.

But it all went wrong when I tried to do faces. All. Wrong. I’m trying to stretch myself in my art journal by doing my own drawing and stuff, instead of only relying on cut-out images, but faces are just giving me fits. Which is weird since I spent a month a couple years ago doing nothing but drawing faces and got fairly good at it. Now it seems I can’t even make two dots for eyes and a curvy-line mouth with consistency. Very frustrating. I hate the way these fairies ended up.

But, in keeping with my personal goal to 1) include more self-created imagery in my journals and 2) just have fun playing and experimenting I decided I could live with it this time. It’s supposed to be fun, right? But the truth is I actually ended up liking it a bit more than I thought I would.

Here’s what saved the page for me: after doing terrible things to the poor fairy faces (and let’s not even mention the fact that I misspelled “fairies” in the page title) I figured, “what the heck” and decided to add an impromptu piece of poetry to the page. Now, I’m no better at poetry than I am at drawing faces—it takes a lot of trial and error and erasing before I’m even remotely happy with any verse I come up with, so for me to commit a raw piece of poetry to ink is a big step for me. I just started writing, beginning with the idea of a flock of fairies, and here’s what came out:

(I’m warning you, this is a very silly poem, but I’m sharing it because I think it gets a point across.)

I met a flock of fairies while roaming in the wood.
They told me if I was patient and very, very good
They would bring me to their fairy king and he’d have me for his bride
And though I didn’t believe them I felt a bit of pride.

I strolled along beside them pretending to be queen.
I pinched my cheeks, and primped my hair and like a peacock preened.
The fairies, they did giggle, a humor to their glow
But I paid no mind to them, I was putting on a show.

We came at last to Mirror Lake and there I saw afloat
A silver barge, a galley grand, and many other boats.
“Go on up,” the fairies said. “He’s waiting for you there.
You’ll know him when you see him for the crown upon his hair.”

Those fairies they were giggling still as I climbed upon the barge,
But I let them have their bit of fun and wore a smile large.
Never trust a fairy, I know that’s what you think
And sure enough I ended up just splashing in the the drink.

But let me tell you something I learned upon that day:
It’s always fun to play with fairies no matter what you play.
Let them have their little tricks, their games and jokes and pranks,
And if you even end up wet, you’ll still be saying thanks.

Get it? I didn’t, not until I sat down to transcribe it here (because I knew a couple of you would want to hear the poem). Fairies or art journals: it doesn’t matter what you end up with, so long as you’re having fun along the way. That’s today’s lesson, folks. Sorry you had to survive the bad poetry to get it!

28 Feb 2010

It’s the Small Things

Author: Stace

It's the Small Things

I didn’t notice the tiny bug on this daisy until I was home in front of the computer doing all the alterations that one does in Photoshop that help you make up for your lack of skill as a photographer. I certainly wasn’t trying to take a picture of the bug, so the fact that it managed to get itself centered in the minuscule focus area of this particular lens is pretty remarkable.

On the whole, it does nothing to alter the overall composition of the photograph. You would never miss it if it weren’t there.

But, at the same time, it adds a depth and meaning to the image that transform it into something entirely different. It’s not just a picture of a pretty flower anymore, but speaks (I think) to the scale of life, and to how many layers of our world we pass over every day without ever really noticing.

I often feel the same way about writing. You can have a perfectly good story—plot, characters, narrative, dialog, theme, all the elements in place and competently executed—but it is the unexpected detail that magnifies the story into something greater, something truly memorable. It might be a particular phrase or image in the narrative, it might be a quiet insight the POV character has, or an off-hand comment by a minor character. It can be anything really. But it’s something small. Nothing that changes the overall course of the story, only how the reader relates to it. You probably would never miss it if it weren’t there.

The thing is, you can’t go out and say, “I’m going to go out and take a picture of a teeny-tiny bug on a daisy petal today.” You only chance on this sort of mini-revelation when you pause in your wandering through the garden to crouch down over a daisy, armed with your camera and most powerful lens. It’s hard keeping balance there, keeping the camera steady as you try to get just the right focus. You snap a few times, not even aware what it is you’ve got until later.

I’m trying to keep this in mind as I work on the “zero draft” of my current WIP novel. It’s handwritten, because I know it’s the only way I can silence my inner editor until I get through the whole story at least once. My handwriting is messy and disorganized, so it’s okay if the story is too. There’s no temptation to go back and polish things up, even things I know are really broken in the way I’ve written the story so far. Plus, I’m avoiding all the distractions that are available when I work on the computer. So, it’s a win-win solution.

But there is a converse temptation that I find is harder to resist: because I know it’s a zero draft, there are times where I’d like to skip over the less-exciting parts (transitions, descriptions, exposition, etc.) and get to the high-points of the drama. I know the general course of events, beginning to end, so it’s not that I need to do exploratory writing to find out what happens next. “This is just a sketch,” I tell myself. “You can fill in the details later.”

But.

But, but, but. It’s those details that really make a story come alive, isn’t it? That turn it into something more than just an exercise in plotting and characterization. And you can’t find those details if you don’t stop and pay attention to what it is you’re writing. And you can’t set out with the intention of putting meaningful details into the text, either, without running the risk of becoming preachy, or surgical. This sort of thing can only be discovered naturally.

So I try to make myself stop, crouch down over the story with my pen in hand and see what develops. What is the color of the dress she wears to the feast, and what pattern is embroidered in it’s hem? What sound do the paddles of the oars make across the water? Why does she notice one particular vendor in the marketplace? Stop and look, I tell myself. Listen. Observe. Don’t rush by. Take the time to write it all down. I may not know what I’ve discovered until much later, when I go back and start rewriting the next draft. It may be that whatever it is I’ve captured is too blurry and out-of-focus to be of any use at all, but if I don’t at least try, there won’t be anything at all when I go back. I’ll have nothing but an empty shell of a story—which might be entertaining, if I’m skilled at my craft, but otherwise lack heart and soul.

They say god is in the details. Well, I guess I want god to be in my story, too.

Repitition

25 Feb 2010

Color Comfort

Author: Stace

Coloring

I don’t recall being particularly fond of coloring as a child. I do know, though, that by the time I was a teenager I had discovered a few lovely, over-sized coloring books filled with fine, white paper and detailed designs clearly not intended for the under-10-and-crayons set. These intricate pictures required the finely honed point of a colored pencil to complete. My favorite had a ballet theme, each full-page illustration accompanied by text that told the story of the ballet being shown, but I feel certain I must have had a unicorn one as well, or possibly one with a general mythology theme. I also had a couple geometric design books (one cats, one just abstract designs) and of course the fabulous medieval stained glass coloring books that are still available.

Coloring

In college, I graduated to poster-sized pictures. These were fantastically detailed pictures that came in a tube—mine were fantasy themed, naturally, full of dragons, castles, fairies and other magical beings. Freshman year, a classmate and I justified splurging on a 72-color Prismacolor pencil set for a class project we were working on together (set or costume design, for theater, I’m sure) and somehow the pencils ended up in my care when we were done. After four years of coloring, some of those pencils (forest green, in particular) were worn practically to nubs, but the remains of that pencil set lives in my kids’ art supply box even now.

It was a great stress relief, back then. Engaging the hand, but not the mind. Requiring a certain artistic sensibility (you had to choose colors, after all, and you had to pay enough attention to stay in the lines) but not demanding any great creative effort. Exactly what a young mind engaged in serious (ahem) studies needs for a break.

Coloring

But since college, I’ve never done much coloring at all. I’m not sure why I stopped, other than perhaps I picked up a few other hobbies that occupied my hands without requiring a lot of thought (crochet, Internet). Even when I got into papercrafts and rubber stamping, I didn’t use colored pencils that often—ink and markers gave much bolder colors, after all. Of course, I hadn’t yet discovered the magic of watercolor pencils.

Coloring

Have you ever tried watercolor pencils? They look and act just like regular colored pencils, except with leads that are a bit softer than what you are otherwise used to. That’s because when you add water to the pigment of a watercolor pencil, it melts turning into a puddle of paint on your paper. Rich, color-saturated paint that you can move around and blend with a brush, and has none of the scratchy, tell-tale marks that coloring with pencil leaves (my 7th grade geography teacher used to mark us down if all the pencil lines on our colored maps weren’t going in the same direction). I had never heard of them until maybe 5 years ago, and even so I’ve never given them much play before now, just coloring the odd stamped image or laying down a background wash. They’re wonderful to shade with, because of the way the colors can be blended.

Coloring

The best kind of brush to use with watercolor pencils is a water brush, with a reservoir of water in the handle. It’s better only because it’s convenient: regular paint brushes and water work just as well, but they’re not as easy to carry around. You can get them in most art supply stores for very little money. Mine’s a little frazzled looking, but it works just fine. I usually keep a paper towel handy to blot off excess paint between colors, just to avoid unwanted mixing.

Look what a dramatic difference it makes—before water:

Coloring

And after:

Coloring

Here’s the full page, right after I finished “painting”:

Coloring

And then a scan, after I outlined my sections with white pen for a more defined look:

Coloring

Last Thursday, I made an important rediscovery. I came home from my writers group with a head cold settling in fierce, but the men’s figure skating final was on and I wanted to stay up and watch. I wanted something to occupy my attention between performances (so I wouldn’t have to listen too much to the chatty commentators), but because I wasn’t feeling well I didn’t want anything too complicated or elaborate. So I sat down with my art journal and a pencil and doodled: my creative inspiration was the decorations on the wall of the Olympic ice arena. After sketching out a pageful of wavy lines, I went in search of my watercolor pencils. Fuss-less, you know?

Olympic

As I sat curled up in the chair, across the room from the one working lamp, I remembered how absolutely pleasurable simply coloring can be. The repetitive motion, the scratch of the pencil across the paper, gradually filling in a pre-defined shape with color. It was soothing, exactly what I needed to help me feel better.

(I did the waterbrush painting the next day, and added some highlights with markers. The background had been painted a few days previously, with watercolor paint.)

Olympic - detail

In fact, it was so soothing that I repeated the exercise the following day, this time with doodled swirls across the background of a larger spread. I was still sick, and increasingly worried about my also-sick cat, so this kind of low-key, mess-free activity was exactly what I needed. The bonus comes because of the watercolor pencils: not only do i get the old, remembered stress-relief of simply coloring, coloring, coloring, I can go back and finish it up for a very satisfying piece of artwork. It’s the best of both worlds!

Color Comfort  - detail

I have long indulged in comfort writing—a little private world with some much beloved characters that I turn to when I am too tired or emotionally wrung out to deal with my current writing projects, but I still feel the need to write. After 10 years, I know them and their story so well I don’t even have to think about it, and because no one but a few close friends are ever going to see it I don’t have to worry about whether or not every sentence is artistically sound. It’s mechanical, almost. The words just go down on the page, filling in the lines that are already in place.

Just like simple coloring.

I’m really thankful to have rediscovered this old pleasure of mine. You can bet I’m going to be doing a lot more of it in the pages of my art journal.

Color Comfort

14 Feb 2010

My Journal is Not a Diary

Author: Stace

I’m on to the next journal already. Here’s a little video I put together showing how the first page came together:

The One World One Heart web event ends tomorrow! Entries for my drawing must be received by 3 pm PST in order to be eligible. We’re going to enjoy the warm weather with a visit to the beach tomorrow, so check back late in the day to find out who the winner is. Good luck!

14 Feb 2010

Word Painting

Author: Stace

Inspiration

This is my favorite page from my gothic arch journal (titled “Word Painting” after the cover page now). I don’t know why it’s my favorite, except perhaps that I like peacocks, and I like the color combination.

My favorite image is actually the bird-headed woman here:

She is Bewitched

Besides being the most daring I’ve gotten with collage, it is also resonates very strongly with the story I’ve been working on, which is something I’d like to see happen more and more in my journals.

However, the page as a whole leaves me cold. I had set it up to use as a demo for a shading technique at last week’s art journal workshop, but it was kind of a disaster. The first mistake was putting the tree in the forefront of the page, when the woman should have been the main focus. I also had a strong border around the edges, further distracting from the image. My efforts to fix the composition flaw with shading, stamped texture, and text just made the whole thing a mess. You couldn’t focus on the woman at all. So I colored over nearly everything with a watercolor crayon, added a unobtrusive dot border and a narrow band of text. I wouldn’t say it “saved” the page, but it did allow the woman to show up more prominently, and that is the thing I want to remember when I look back at this page!

The lesson in this is two-fold. One: if you don’t like what happens on a page, don’t give up. Keep working at it, adding layers, covering parts up. I know the temptation to rip pages out of your journal is strong but resist it. You can always salvage something!

Two: You’re not going to love every page of your journal, and that’s okay. Creative journaling is about the process, not the product. Sometimes the process is frustrating, but it is still teaching you something. Each time you look back at the page you don’t like, you’ll remember what it was you learned when you made it. Keep those unlikeable pages in your journal, so you remember your whole journey.

You can view the rest of the pages of the journal in my flickr stream, if you so desire. And here’s hoping you are having a great Sunday/Valentine’s Day/Chinese New Year!

1 Feb 2010

Last and First

Author: Stace


Monday, February 8th, is the next free creative journaling workshop at It’s A Grind in Laguna Hills. Most supplies are provided by the coffeeshop, and I will have a small number of 16-page journals available for sale for $5 (like the one I used for my Create Your Own Reality journal). Feel free to bring your own journal and supplies, as well. Did I mention it’s free?

Fragments of Butterflies

This is the last page of my “Create Your Own Reality” journal. The butterflies, which became an unanticipated motif in this book, forced themselves onto the page here. For example, the image of the woman was something I pulled out of a magazine a month ago, and I didn’t realize until I went to glue her onto the page that she was holding a butterfly in her hand. (It was a very tiny, hard to distinguish butterfly, though, so I replaced it with a larger one.) The rest of the butterflies were from a sheet that I was given at a recent craft show, synchronicity at work to be sure!

I tried to do a gel medium transfer, but as you can see it worked very poorly. I don’t know if it was that I didn’t wait long enough, or something with the paper, or what. I only know that I ended up with a mess on a page. But, as I like to say, mistakes (mess-takes, in Anna’s vernacular) are only an opportunity to try something you didn’t expect. In this instance, the fragments of butterflies led me to express a thought about my writing that has vexed me for a while now.

Deep Ink

This is the cover of my new gothic arch journal, which I first posted pictures of last week. Atypically for me, the title of the page came first — Word Painting is the title of a book we’ve been reading in my writers group, about descriptive writing. At some point in our last discussion it occurred to me that it applies to creative journaling, if in a slightly different way. And then I found the quill image in my clippings box (you DO have a clippings box for your creative journaling, don’t you?) and knew it was a fit. The red also looks very striking against the brown background (I do like red and brown, as you might guess from this site’s layout). In another move of synchronicity, Melodye posted a page today that used the exact same quill and ink image.

The text was a little problematic. I knew I wanted to do found poetry—words clipped from a page and arranged in unexpected combinations—but all the magazines I had available have text so tiny that it would have been a chore worthy of Psyche to carry out. I ended up going to MagneticPoetry.com and playing with the online version. When I came up with something suitable, I did a screen grab, printed the result, and cut out the words for re-assembly on the page. I particularly like the phrase “deep ink” … I think that’s what I’m going to strive for in my work this month, to dive deep into the words to discover what truth and story lies underneath.

Which reminds me that it’s time to get back to that short story once again. My writers group has tried to shame me for being so long without presenting anything for critique. Now I’m at the top of the list, and If I don’t have something ready to go by Thursday, I will face their condemnation. Okay, maybe not that, but I can expect a little indulgent condescension, all of which will be deserved if I don’t deliver!

27 Jan 2010

My Next Art Journal

Author: Stace

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

Gothic Arch Journal

25 Jan 2010

Creative Flow

Author: Stace

Unicorn

I’m still busy with my short story today, as well as trying to do a few articles for a quick bit of cash, but I thought I could spare a moment to share some more recent journal pages, all within the pages of my January “Create Your Own Reality” book. I didn’t really plan on this journal’s theme being change (I wasn’t really planning on a theme at all) but it just sort of happened. These pages all reflect change (growth, transformation, enchantment) in one way or another, but they also reflect something that was on my mind when I created them. They evolved piece by piece, without any final vision in mind when I began. They may yet evolve still. You can never tell with this sort of thing.

I want to point out the face on the page above, which is one of those happy accidents that happen when you let creativity free. I wanted a male profile there on the page, intending to simply trace it and fill it with color and/or words. When I couldn’t find any in the magazines I have, I turned to the Internet. Easy enough to find what I wanted there, except that our printer happened to be out of black ink. What printed out was the melange of color you see above—pinks and peach and a hint of blue—which was a perfect blend for the background of the page. How could I not use it, hm? You always have to be prepared for the unexpected in creative journaling.

How I See

By the time I made this page, I was firmly entrenched in the theme of change. I had also just gotten my new camera lens, and so it seemed natural to do a page about it. I could have printed a picture from the internet, sure (we had blank ink again by this time) but I decided to stretch myself and sketch it myself. Most of the drawing I’ve done has been faces, and I haven’t even really done that for a while. But I figured why not give it a whirl? And you know what, it didn’t turn out that bad. You can tell what it is, anyway! So there’s today’s lesson #2: always stretch your limits.

Enchantment

I like the colors on this page a lot; I added to the background with the new pastels I showed you the other day (they are a unique product, with a fixative blended into the chalk, so that you don’t have to worry about smearing). Unfortunately the glitter on the letters doesn’t show up much in the scan…it’s really a much more “enchanting” image (snrk).

The thing I want to point out about this page is the two coppery blobs on the door of the castle. I tried using stamps and Palette glue to put down some copper foil that I’ve had for ages but never used, but clearly it didn’t work. I don’t know if it was that stamp design or the glue or whatever else might have caused a problem, but I ended up with blobs. A little disappointing, but I can live with it. I’m just glad I remembered I had the foil, and I’m looking forward to experimenting more on future pages. Which, yes, brings us to lesson three: try new things—even failed experiments are worthwhile.

I swear, I didn’t intend to make this into a lesson when I started. I just wanted to show off these pages. But, you know, once you get in the creative flow, you never know where it’s going to go.

21 Jan 2010

Lesson Plans

Author: Stace

The storms persist, and I decided to abandon my writers’ group tonight in favor of staying home and dry, and not trekking down over-crowded freeways with lightening and thunder sparking overhead.

Likewise, Tuesday’s second class at Juvenile Hall was canceled due to weather, but I thought I would take some of my free time tonight to share a little of the class plans Melodye and I made.

Our first objective was to introduce the concept of creative journaling, but we knew it had to be quick and lecture-free. Besides having a sharply limited schedule and kids who we knew would be more interested in doing than talking, I don’t know if you can really tell someone what a creative journal is. You have to see them to have a even a glimmer of understanding of what it’s all about, and you have to do it to really, really know.

We started with a quick succession of sample pages we had made. Who here has kept a diary? Did it look like this? How about like this? Or this? With each page, we could see that the girls’ eyes widening with the possibilities. We had them hooked.

Then came the handouts. First, a one-page summary of what Creative Journaling is, along with some quick steps to get started:

Creative Journaling is...

We also included a one-page cut-sheet with ideas and inspirational quotes on the theme of the evening, Change:
Change, Grow, Transformaiton...

To be honest, I don’t know if any of the girls paid much attention to either handout. They were more interested in the art supplies being handed out right then. Though they were invited to incorporate either or both handout on the pages they were making, I only saw one girl actually cut into hers, and that was only to extract the letter “D” from the word ENDURE. That’s all right: creativity shouldn’t be obligated to use anything it doesn’t want to.*

We asked the girls to write “Change” on their pages (12″x12″ sheets of scrapbook paper in pastel shades) anywhere they wanted, as big or as small, as simple or as elaborate as they imagined it should be. After that came magazines, and a pile of strips that I’d cut out from scrapbook papers to use as borders if they wanted (I was very gratified to see at least one person choose a strip of pirate-themed paper with skulls and swords…I’ve had that paper for ages and never found a use for it).

That was about the extent of our lesson plan. We spent the remainder of the class moving around the girls, making sure they had what they needed and encouraging there efforts.Some of the girls spent the whole time tearing pages from the magazines, while others quickly settled on a few and started gluing. Unfortunately, we did not have nearly enough time for them to complete their pages. When time was up, we collected their papers and all the assorted elements they were planning on using (they could not, due to an oversight of supplying contraband stickers, take the pages with them). The plan was to bring them back to be finished this week, and the girls asked if they could have colored pencils the next time, for shading and coloring.

Unfortunately, next time didn’t happen, and it’s uncertain when we’ll be able to go back. When and if we do, it’s likely we’ll have an entirely different set of girls, and we’ll have to start from the top once again.

The handouts won’t go to entirely to waste, though. I used one on my own journal page, as a tribute to the experience:
Change

*Though, to be sure, being forced to use a certain set of supplies can drive creativity into unexpected places!

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