I finally get it. I really do. For ever I have believed that writers who would slip off to the south of France and sit in a high room overlooking the sea or some beautiful countryside, in order to write, were indeed being a wee bit self indulgent. One can surely write anywhere? But no, apparently not. I have spent the last 18 hours in beautiful Victor Harbor, in a hotel room, up high overlooking the sea. And I am writing, waxing lyrically actually. It just seems to flow. Every time I look out on the world I feel omnipotent, all seeing, all wise (!). Is nature balancing my overstimulated brain? Actually, I’m not sure why this works so well, but clearly it does. I am powering through the final pages of my book. I feel like writing poetry.
- Art Therapy allows a person to “step out of the frame of the prevailing ideology,” as Rank wrote in Art and Artist (Otto, 1989) In doing so, the art becomes a reflection of the artist’s assumptions and beliefs. This process of “stepping out” of the frame, of thorough externalisation, creates an unknown field, one with which the artist now has to be reconciled. “What do I see?” The incongruity bellows loudly. What results is the opportunity for a new way of knowing, or a new way of being, never before known to the artist. It is a creative act. A brave act of trial and error and great invention: the invention of a new self, one never seen before.
HERE IS MY INSPIRING VIEW, (IGNORE THE CARS AND PEOPLE IN THE FOREGROUND!) AND THE VIEW THAT GREETED ME UPON ENTERING THIS RURAL CITY
Ok, back to the task at hand
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!