Passion
Mood:
cool
Topic: Mindfulness
This morning I found my way to a blog about blogging, http://lorelle.wordpress.com. I don’t know how I got there, but I deemed it a site worth bookmarking. Apparently, Lorelle’s goal is to help the rest of us be better bloggers. One of the ways she attempts this is by posting weekly challenges. This week’s challenge is to define our passion.
Luckily, I spent two months this summer rediscovering, reaffirming, and further exploring the boundaries of my passion. I am passionate about Life. I am constantly amazed at the simplicity, the complexity, the ingenuity, and the variety of Life that surrounds us. My purpose seems to be to find a way to communicate the beauty I experience in an attempt to inspire wonder, passion, and hope in others. My worry is that I don’t have the genius or the skills to fulfill my purpose.
This summer I was privileged to spend a few hours with a small number of children (and one big kid) and several minutes with thousands of other kids and parents. I learned a lot about what kids find fun (apparently kids find me fun! who knew?) and how to engage kids in thought while they are playing. I also had a tremendous freedom to try new things, to PLAY!, and to repeat the same art activity dozens of times and realize that I could have new thoughts and experiences each time. I learned that I am a reasonably good catalyst, that I set things in motion and empower kids to find their own answers and their own art. This may be an art in itself, and now that I find myself writing it down, it certainly sounds like it’s a “right” art for me and my purpose.
My inclination over and over throughout the summer, however, was to learn “real art,” so I could look like a real artist and teach the more sophisticated art techniques real artists use. My art still looks much like the art I created in elementary school, at best like the art I created as a twelve or thirteen year old. I am CRAZY about glitter paint, and I still love the color pink. Especially combined with purple. And aqua blue. On one hand, this may have contributed to my success over the summer—the kids saw me as a peer rather than an authority figure. (I know, though, that this isn’t really the case. I may be encouraging, open, and easy to talk to, but I am sure the kids never really forgot I was an “adult.”) On the other hand, I felt the need to be seen as an “artist” by the parents and adults who were either formally or informally evaluating me and my work with the kids. In that area, I’m sure I failed to some extent. I am sure it was obvious to anyone with any visual art training that I have never had any formal training, and this knowledge caused me discomfort.
All summer long I felt like a beginner. Perfect, if my goal is to maintain a state of Beginner’s Mind! But when I try to console myself with this, I hear a voice inside my head say, “Yes, but the TRUE goal is to become a Master with a Beginner’s Mind,” and I am far from being a Master of anything.
Being a beginner, though, was a true asset this summer because it completely freed me to try things I’d never tried before—including several things I probably won’t try again. I learned what things kids respond to, how to organize an activity so that thinking was part of play, how long things take, what kinds of dexterity kids of various ages have. I had no preconceived notions and so got to be delighted every time a child stopped to write a poem with me, said, “This is fun!” or told me the project I was asking them to contribute to was “neat” or “cool.” So maybe when working with kids it’s good to be a beginner.
The summer also really opened me to the experience of beauty. Several times in the last two months I’ve caught my breath at the sight of a sunset or the waxing moon or the twinkling of dozens of lightning bugs as they lifted off the grass below a stand of pines at dusk. I’ve been stopped by the shadows cast on my living room wall by the four-foot-tall liatris blossoms outside my window as they moved in the wind; by the patterns of light cast through the leaves of a sugar maple as they moved across an expanse of vinyl siding. I spent twenty minutes standing at the island in my kitchen trying to capture with a pen the patterns of light reflected through the French doors onto the kitchen wall as the sun sank into the western sky behind the trees at the back of my house. The sketch is filled with words, written directions for the triptych watercolor painting I would create if I knew how to paint with watercolors.
This evening, my eye was arrested by the light playing through the trees as just the top branches moved gently in the 100+ degree heat, then by chunky, irregular, flat, red bark of one of the pines, then by the silvery weathered wood of the dead tree that still stands pointing skyward with two giant arms at the very edge of the woods. I wanted to capture this beauty and the peace of the light patterns and the motion of the branches and leaves, the wonderful contrast between the outer shells of the trees, and I wondered how to do it. Visually seems to make the most sense, capturing it in photographs or on film, as Jon Turtletaub did in Phenomenon with the swaying of the trees, symbolically rocking John Travolta’s dying character in their limbs, or Sam Mendes did in American Beauty with the plastic bag dancing in the wind. But, I am not really a photographer or filmmaker. I could try to paint the scenes, at least the bark and skeleton tree, but, again, I probably do not have the expertise to convey what I really want. So that leaves me with words, a narrative description or a poem, but even then I worry I don’t have the skill to conjure the power of those simple images. What if I’m never really able to express the beauty I experience all around me? Would I be satisfied with pointing and hoping another person has the openness and the skill to experience the beauty for themselves, in whatever way they understand beauty?
Which brings me again to the Master vs. Beginner, Artist vs. Player with Art Tools dilemma. If I am trying to express the beauty I see, it behooves me to study formally and to practice—to attempt to achieve mastery. If I am trying to share an experience of beauty with you, and perhaps expand your capacity to experience it and respond to it creatively, spontaneously, and authentically, I better serve you (and my own goal) by practicing beginner’s mind and interpreting the experience only enough to facilitate your awareness of your surroundings. If I employ too many techniques or too much “artistry,” if I paint the picture so clearly from my perspective that your ability to experience the moment independently is limited, I have failed.
So maybe the key is to practice toward mastery but always be experimenting and learning as a novice, and to learn when each skill or state of mind is more appropriate. And, especially, to fight against the urge to display mastery as a means of gaining status, respect, or safety. Any time I use mastery to “show off,” rather than to further my experiments, I’m robbing myself of an opportunity to learn something new.
The second half of Lorelle’s challenge is to describe how I’m living my passion and working it into my life. That, I’m afraid, will have to wait for another time.
Thoughts captured by Kristine
at 12:01 AM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, August 15, 2007 12:05 PM EDT