I, Emily, am writing about dimensions and layers on what it means to be a poet in the postmodern days of the internet, when everyone is still, in a medieval way, quite superstitious about how art is created using multimedia, when things just "appeared" online and the whole medium of publishing to a culture using photographs, words and sounds.
As a writer, I love the euphoria of creating something that looks and sounds unique, and yet symbolic and meaningful. The art of words fascinates me, and has since a very young age. I learned to read as a very young child and could read forty words by age two. I began writing poetry at age ten, and believe philosophy and art are always interconnected if we find meaning in words. This of course applies also to song writing, where theology is paramount: our songs ingrain the ideas of our philosophy into the heart.
In the realm of contemporary art, I have only in my late twenties, taken to photography. I was never a good photographer before that. As for the art form, I would like to say that time generally does not improve photographs, it only dates them. Therefore they are particularly relevant during the decade they were taken, and moreso if they can be made into prints and sold. Photography was once thought to compete with painting in its realism, in the early days of the camera.
Words are timeless and relevant in more than one generation. Words and writing is a generally free occupation: it does not cost a lot of money if you write in a paperless society. Most of my writing was written without paper, and only printed out in its very final form. Almost all of my poetry has been made available through a paperless form to my online audience for people to read and enjoy, either in websites or e-books. I always want my words to be finely crafted, each line to become a favorite quote in mind. When you are a wordsmith, never throw a horseshoe.
I have found over the last five years, since my first website, Voetelle drew a crowd of 600 people, that writing to an audience makes the work that much more secure, and is enjoyed by more than just yourself. My journey as a writer has not been an easy one, and as a photographer, even less so, from the early days of standing in the snow barefoot to get a good shot, or the denouncement to become a self-disciplined artist. Finally, now my work is beginning to sell, and my first solo art exhibit is coming up in September.
I grew up on a rigorous schedule of playing the piano until I was in university and was trained by a concert pianist with long red hair who reminds me of a medieval Elaine of sorts, painted as Waterhouse's The Lady of Shalott.
You can read more about the character based on the Waterhouse painting named Aurias, which was originally the name of an early Canadian 18th century clothing company, at my tapestry series, called the Lion and the Unicorn Tapestry Series' (now the Clay Road Tapestry). The short stories of 'The Portals' expands on the idea of the muse, and her purpose as a medieval model for a painting.
I am a solitary unicorn. What I have to say to society will probably mature as a writer's voice matures, but I have waited twenty years to publish my poetry, waiting for that unicorn and seeking to find the true voice.
I tend my mantra of gardens just before dusk...
Emily
As a writer, I love the euphoria of creating something that looks and sounds unique, and yet symbolic and meaningful. The art of words fascinates me, and has since a very young age. I learned to read as a very young child and could read forty words by age two. I began writing poetry at age ten, and believe philosophy and art are always interconnected if we find meaning in words. This of course applies also to song writing, where theology is paramount: our songs ingrain the ideas of our philosophy into the heart.
In the realm of contemporary art, I have only in my late twenties, taken to photography. I was never a good photographer before that. As for the art form, I would like to say that time generally does not improve photographs, it only dates them. Therefore they are particularly relevant during the decade they were taken, and moreso if they can be made into prints and sold. Photography was once thought to compete with painting in its realism, in the early days of the camera.
Words are timeless and relevant in more than one generation. Words and writing is a generally free occupation: it does not cost a lot of money if you write in a paperless society. Most of my writing was written without paper, and only printed out in its very final form. Almost all of my poetry has been made available through a paperless form to my online audience for people to read and enjoy, either in websites or e-books. I always want my words to be finely crafted, each line to become a favorite quote in mind. When you are a wordsmith, never throw a horseshoe.
I have found over the last five years, since my first website, Voetelle drew a crowd of 600 people, that writing to an audience makes the work that much more secure, and is enjoyed by more than just yourself. My journey as a writer has not been an easy one, and as a photographer, even less so, from the early days of standing in the snow barefoot to get a good shot, or the denouncement to become a self-disciplined artist. Finally, now my work is beginning to sell, and my first solo art exhibit is coming up in September.
I grew up on a rigorous schedule of playing the piano until I was in university and was trained by a concert pianist with long red hair who reminds me of a medieval Elaine of sorts, painted as Waterhouse's The Lady of Shalott.
You can read more about the character based on the Waterhouse painting named Aurias, which was originally the name of an early Canadian 18th century clothing company, at my tapestry series, called the Lion and the Unicorn Tapestry Series' (now the Clay Road Tapestry). The short stories of 'The Portals' expands on the idea of the muse, and her purpose as a medieval model for a painting.
I am a solitary unicorn. What I have to say to society will probably mature as a writer's voice matures, but I have waited twenty years to publish my poetry, waiting for that unicorn and seeking to find the true voice.
I tend my mantra of gardens just before dusk...
Emily
No comments:
Post a Comment