Behind the Johanna Watercolor 11 x 14, 2014 |
And afterwards did
you ever "wonder what just happened?"
While most of my personal decisions of any magnitude are
done through careful (some would argue agonizingly obsessive) deliberation, I
have also had those “aha” moments where everything snapped into place and,
without a doubt, I knew what needed to happen next. Over the next four posts,
I’ll share a recent experience characterized by this
type of awareness as another example of how the creative process manifests
itself. Hopefully I will be able to provide you some
insights on how to prepare for the same type of transformation.
There is a concept in chemistry called “instantaneous
crystallization,” which is a rapid state conversion from a liquid to a solid
crystalline structure in supersaturated liquids. This takes place when a small
particle or “seed” is introduced into a solution that contains a higher
concentration of a particular material. An almost instantaneous change takes
place in dramatic fashion and reacts much like lightening striking. However, in
this case it serves as metaphor with a universal truth: small things can
precipitate great change due to incredibly powerful surrounding forces. Think
Rosa Parks sitting on the bus refusing to give up her seat in the
supersaturated environment of the deeply segregated South in 1955. Rosa is the
seed that started a crystallization of the Civil Rights movement and equality
rulings across the country for years afterwards.
I can only wish that my actions had the pertinence of a
human rights movement. It might strike you as a bit smug or pretentious to
assume similarity between such an important historical event and my “state
change” but when such a shift occurs internally (and since we are all at the
center of our own little universes and experience everything first from the
standpoint of YOU*), it can take on similar importance. For some, the change
may be so profound that it causes physical effects such as disorientation or taking
your breath away. Note: as stated in infomercials - “individual results may
vary”.
Supersaturation for me took on the form of many years of
delaying gratification of one type for the delivery of another. I had a family
to support, kids to help through college, an IT/design career that allowed me
to do that and a variety of other things that helped to interfere or refine
what it was that I was supposed to be doing with my life. And honestly, those
were the things I needed to be doing at the time. No regrets, just backwards
observation of the path that had passed beneath my feet while fixing my gaze
forward. All the while, I had been learning oil painting skills along with
portraiture (see earlier posts for some results) for a number of years,
dabbling at it, moving through the process intuitively banging at walls trying
to learn skills in a hit or miss fashion on the side. It wasn’t until I was on
vacation recently that I had an opportunity to reflect on just how neglected
certain aspects of my creative being had become, allowing my internal mix to
reach a critical level.
To provide a bit of background, this is a vacation like no
other. My daughter described it as “not a vacation but an event,” one from
which we all need another vacation to recover. Relatives and friends from
around the country converge for one week of get-togethers, parties, organized
competitions, and events all set in a gorgeous northern Michigan environment. Introverts
beware! It really is a great time for the most part but I’ve found as
I’ve gotten older that it all gets to be a bit too much by the end. And since it is everyone's vacation. rather than be a buzz kill, I chose to find other pursuits and stay out of the fray but as the week
approached its halfway mark I felt I had reached my tipping point. Waking one
morning with an "anger" hangover, I realized this was no longer a vacation but an
endurance test. I had to do something . . . .
*Thank you David Foster Wallace for this analogy.
Kenyon commencement address, 2005.
Up Next: Something Has to Give
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