A few years ago, I took up the practice of bad art and found it has helped me with my writing.  
I started doing peculiar arts-and-craftsy things, as whim dictated, without bothering to learn how to do it "right" or laboring over it to make it good.  The results are far from show-pieces.  They're typically odd or half-baked, fall into the "interesting-idea-but-poor-execution" category.  The homemade, old-hippie kind of thing. 
Projects so far have included: painting swamp grass on the gas tank, painting the Buddhist Eyes of God across the width of the woodshed, beading a four-foot leaf as an outdoor flag, a couple of mosaic tables, etc.  Currently I'm beading a three-foot long fish which I'm planning to hang over a hall window.  If you looked at the number of beads involved in a three-foot fish, you might wonder if I have enough to do.
Indeed I do have enough to do, and slapping together my little projects helps me do my work better.  The handwork seems to loosen my brain a bit.  I can think without focusing on what I'm thinking about.  Ideas float up.  The range of possibilities seems wider.  Also, beads and paint are physical; and that's a refreshing, delicious change from the mental play of writing.
Maybe one of these days, I'll be so bold as to post a photo of one of these projects.  We live in a log house on a dirt road through deep woods, in a county dotted with other artists-in-hiding.  So the adornments do sorta fit.  In the meantime, I'd be interested in hearing about any cross-training ideas of yours, any activities that are fun and at the same time improve your game.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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