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October 30, 2007
Kirby Who?
Jaime Temairik , whose recent blog entries are way more lively than anything I could write, has shamed me into getting back on the stick here. It's not that I don't have things to share -- a trip to Bowling Green, KY, complete with luggage non-arrival thus having to visit schools attired in a new WalMart top ($9.99 -- and am trying hard not to think about children who worked in sweat shops so I wouldn't have to present in smelly old traveling clothes); a stop at the Humboldt County Author's Festival, with a visit to Lafayette School where every single child -- including the too-cool 5th grade boys -- wore construction paper Magic Kerchiefs; and a stop in New York, complete with Metropolitan Opera's production of "McBeth."
Okay, I have a lot of catching up to do.
So let me start with this: while in NY, we visited MOMA, and the Seurat exhibit. The entire gallery was crammed with his sketches -- hundreds of them -- all in preparation for his exquisite paintings. Oh, wait. Artists actually sketch? They don't just pick up their brushes and swish, swash create heart-stopping works of art?
Ohmigaw. I have something in common with George Seurat! I prewrite like crazy. And he pre . . . sketched like crazy. So art isn't about the product, it's about the production.
What a concept.
So I guess the fact that I am struggling with the latest novel is a-okay. All of those pages and pages of stuff. . . that's like those pages and pages of George's sketch books.
Art: another way of saying making one huge mess in order to find beauty.
I can deal with that.
More TK, as they say in the book biz.
Posted by kirby at October 30, 2007 09:23 PM
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