Sharing something quiet

I’ve been thinking about communicating my voice through writing. It’s a thought that keeps returning, and I feel I should try to do something with it.

I love reading personal thoughts from artists like the letters from Vincent van Gogh or the writings from Georgia O’Keeffe. When artists share their thoughts without pretence. Sometimes it’s deep, other times very ordinary. Very human. And every human is different, so even if their experience is shared, it is far from boring. I also love watching videos from contemporary artists, where they show their work and just talk about what they are thinking at that moment. Like showing the work to a friend. But, sharing in such a way would feel a little scary to me… Perhaps later. But, I do have this quiet longing to spread out. Not to make it about me, but to take part in something.

Then there’s also the thought: people are busy with their lives, and there is a lot of hardship, and I am writing texts about what drives my painting. Is that appropriate? And, is it interesting for others? But, I am thinking, I should give it a try anyway. Starting with writing pieces. Like a slow kind of sharing, not following a schedule. Writing while I’m learning. While I’m asking questions and exploring them. So, it would feel natural, because it’s about things I am already thinking about. And, what do I have to lose? Best case, I connect with someone else. Worst case, someone stops reading. 

Ok, so I am thinking of starting to write a blog, sharing what I am seeing from where I stand, here at the easel.