Edna St Vincent Millay

What terrible fear causes Man
to address the Void as Thou?

Blogging is much like shouting into the void.
Arias in the wilderness.
Cyberspace is vast, dark and airless.
Who is even out there? And if there is someone there, are they listening?  Why would they?
Why do I do spend so much time writing these encapsulated, honed compositions and casting them into the cyber-void?

 I don't agree with the adorable, brilliant, wild, tortured Edna that this act is inspired by fear. She seems to be referring in part to her doubts in an obscure divinity, as well as to her desperate loneliness and need for validation.
I don't write to abate loneliness. I write because the words and events are interesting to me. My hope is that they will be interesting to others. Writing is another form of creativity, like building new 3D forms with clay or 2D illusions with pigment. Sharing is important.

I've been keeping journals since I was small. The first was pink with a little brass lock and lined pages, long since lost, but vivid. The black hard backed journals that line my shelf cover the years since I was 16. That's a lot of years. Lots of of words, drawings and treasured images, glued in for inspiration and memory. My journals have suffered since I began blogging. There are not nearly as many entries.

The blogging process is more complex. I try to just write about art, and art related thoughts and events, because art sustains me. With a commitment to building a more vibrant blog, I signed up for the 4-week BlogTriage class with Cynthia Morris and Alyson Stanfield. Today’s assignment is to describe the people I want to visit and read my blog. That's quite an interesting question. My goal is to share the creative process with people who are interested in my work, other artists, students and perhaps collectors.

I know at least two people actually read it on occasion. One of my amazing siblings, and also a beloved 99 year old friend.

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