I had a jolt of recognition upon reading Adam Gopnik’s “Life Studies: What I Learned When I Learned to Draw,” in the June 27 issue of the New Yorker. It’s a great piece about the creative process and about being a beginner. I’m stumbling through a new project right now and this passage resonated for me.
It was the best thing I had ever drawn, and I realized that I hadn’t drawn it as I had imagined, God’s hand finally resting on mine to steal a true contour from the world. No, I had made it up out of small, stale parts and constant reapplications of energy and observation, back an forth.
No matter what I’m working on, I always feel like a beginner. I’m always piecing together fits of energy and awkward efforts and praying that in the end I’ll somehow give voice to something whole and true.
This is a pic of D.J. Mendel and me, from one of the Cattywampus rehearsals. I’m fortunate to spend my days surrounded by outrageously talented people.
One week until we open…