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Vivian sat putting piece over piece on top of each other. Some shapes were unstable and some fit perfectly.
When her shapes fell apart, she became frustrated. She cried, kicked and threw her arms up.
Just when I thought she would give up and find another toy, she'd calm down, regain composure and start to build again.
I thought about how such a simple task like building blocks can actually be a complex metaphor to what all aspiring artists, writers and creators are trying to do.
We want to build. We want to bring life to our art, whatever that may be. Even if it means having our "blocks" torn down, criticized and rejected. Even if it means that our "blocks" are loved but not fully understood or appreciated by others.
Sometimes our "pieces" fit together while other times, the foundation is shaky and could tip over at any moment.
Still we build. We tear it down. And we start again.
We create because that is what we are compelled to do.
8 comments:
Love that! You said it very well!
Ah, very nice. Sometimes it feels like my block are stuffed under the bed, broken, and dusty. Le Sigh.
Thanks for comiing by and checking out my pics. And thanks for chosing some. I think you can extend your metaphor even further to include the very lives we live. I can relate to your Daughter's behaviors. Over the past few months, watching as my tower collapsed around me, I have thrown fits and cried and cursed and now I'm working on rebuilding a whole new life for myself. Great post!
That is a great metaphor. You know how to make us struggling "artists" feel a bit better about the daily struggle to get it "right".
Powerful blog!
Wow, that was deep, girl! good work!
So true...and we started learning how to do it when we were Vivian's age!
I think that this is so true and if we are able to ignore what other people perceive or what we think they think, there would be alot more creativity. I know that sometimes when I sit down to write, I imagine people's reactions and then I've lost before I even began.
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