the first creative clay endeavor

Rain and Revelations

It rained last weekend. It rained like it should have rained a long time ago. The concrete streets were stained and dampened grey with streaks like tears upon a sooty surface. Meanwhile the earths colors exploded violently in response. I realized how easy it is to admire nature in that state. A tree never looks quite as dashing in all its ubiquitous green glory as when it stands in contrast to a grey sky. 

I never know how to start these entries so I usually start by writing the first thing that comes to mind (rain) and let it progress into a completely new topic. You know, I'm not even sure why I have so much trouble starting each entry. I can think up excuses and reasons but they never seem to strike a chord. Strike a chord, you know, like that harmonious revelational moment when logic and reason meet the emotional undercurrents. 

I started this blog because I was told by popular media and a particular book (Evil Plans) that blogging is a modern step toward doing what you love successfully. Then, whilst bored at work one day, I read some online information on "proper" blogging. Apparently you are supposed to dedicate your blog to something and stick with that theme. Perhaps if you are an artist, you post pictures of your art. If you are a writer, you write. It started to sound more like a visual resume for the creatively inclined. Blogs are like displays for the work you are proud of and what you are proud to share with other people. Here lies my particular (and not so particular...) problem. I haven't found that one practice that I want to not only dedicate myself to, but identify myself with.

Is it possible to have a versatile blog whose purpose goes beyond the weekly wonderings of such-and-such person? I have a private journal for my ranting and I don't see the need to update my facebook status with my sad sob stories. Perhaps its time I consider dedicating this blog to something beyond my ego. After all, what good are good thoughts and feelings if we merely acknowledge their presence as they glide by? Perhaps we should all pause. Pause for those moments of passion. And rather than write about OUR revelations and the impact it has on our lives, perhaps we should remove ourselves from the equation and write (draw, stencil, knit, sing, ect.) about the revelation itself. 

So, from this entry forth I will dedicate this blog to the mystery itself (granted I am a part of it but certainly not the center of it, surely just a mere instrument). 

In this blog you will find all the grandiose, soulful, pitiful, scabby, shattering, cosmic, monumental and irrelevant particles of reality as they are manifested through my creative endeavors. 

Cheers to a new pursuit!  

With warm regards,

Anika