Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Inner-peace, outer-discomfort

   What is it that makes artists think it will be easier to be creative in the country? Although being away from home puts distance between you and your problems, they still exist. Its not always the case that a bunch of Blue Spruces are going to make give you a million new ideas and a fresh outlook on life and art.
   Its different I suppose if you are an impressionist or Emily Carr, and "eat that shit for breakfast" as they say. Or if you are William Wordsworth and find every twig and/or pebble to be a source of inspiration. Don't get me wrong, I am a fan of these artists' work. I wish I were like them, but I feel like my cynical personality does not allow my right brain to its thing. I am more prone to tyrannical rants than sonnets, and nature does not necessarily promote tyranny.
   On the other hand the sheer serenity of the wilderness is frustrating to me, because beautiful things make me angry and I am an awful, backwards example of a human being. Like my mother and her mother before, I do not believe in serenity. It is a lie concocted by the fabric-softener companies to boost sales.
   I cannot vouch for the benefits of loon calls and pine needles on the creative mind. I'm sure many others could though, like people who are not made uncomfortable by the thought of inner-peace. I think I need things like car alarms at 3 am to make me tense and hilarious. I'll let you know if I ever change my mind though.

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