Thursday, September 30, 2010

ripples


It has rained almost constantly since yesterday.

Because I don't have to drive in it, it is soothing, this rain, like a metronome, or a lullaby. 

It invites reflection and tea and a cat curled in a lap, and a book as big as a brick .

All day I've been writing this post in my head.  Doing that a lot of late. Writing, censoring, then walking away. I've been cheating in my blogging by using quotes to speak for me because I'm too lazy or scared to say what I mean, using photographs as a kind of shorthand for expressing myself because I don't want burden passersby (heaven forbid) with too many words, or just not posting at all because there isn't any art I care to share right now.  I'm aware this sounds rather silly, but it is what it is.

I was recently tasked with a project that involves poking around at a lot of creative blogs.  While I love the art and photographs, the more compelling blogs, the ones with that extra spark of differentness are the blogs tended by artists who put a little chunk of their hearts into it.

The artists that know the difference between connection and networking, who value conversation over merely talking at people.

The artists that stir the senses as well as the heart.

The artists, then, that leave ripples; interconnecting circles, radiating outward, incapable of not touching the one next to it and the one next to that, and so on.

Yes.

11 comments:

smith kaich jones said...

it isn't cheating to use photos as shorthand - i use them as first sentences all the time and they are in a different language, but people still understand.

those artists with that differentness are the best, they touch your soul and leave a mark and yes, a ripple. i seem to be hitting you all about now. the midnight hour is my magic time.

Debi

Marilyn said...

Well said.

WrightStuff said...

I'm reading this listening the rain with a cat on my lap too! A beautifully written post. I've been writing them in my head for ages but unless I get them down on paper quick then pooft they're gone!

Sunny said...

Excellent post!
Your message and photo are beautiful and true.

aimee said...

well, you'd be describing your blog! that's just why i like coming here - your beautiful art draws me in, and your soulful thoughts make me want to stay!

lee said...

You said the words that is how I feel about your blog

Paula said...

"The difference between connection and networking..." Those words say it all, and your blog says it beautfully. I always leave your blog with a little something to ruminate on and carry with me. Thanks, my friend!

Serena said...

I agree about putting a "chunk of their hearts" into posts. Don't get me wrong. I love looking at pretty pictures and generally need some of that as well. However, the blogs I add to my reader are the ones that also share bits and pieces of their life with me and not just their ability to search We Heart It.

denise said...

I always delight in what you share, quotes and photos included and find them valid and meaningful. Yet for myself, yes I understand what you are feeling there. How hard we can be on ourselves! The conversations you share connect so much for me.

Lost Aussie said...

Yes, a very well noted distinction between some of the lovely blogs out there. Many of them I feel are just a vehicle that folk use for self promotion, and of course that is just fine. I like the ones where the authors are really talking about "themselves" though! And you of course do that so eloquently.

Bob Towery said...

Great capture of the rings from the drops. Interesting framing. You have a real eye for these arresting compositions. Nice to see something different.