Yesterday and and today I’ve suddenly and unaccountably felt the return of the desire to get creative, and make some art.
It scares me, in ways, truth be told. Because I really don’t know what I want to do. I have a lot of ideas. Some of which concern learning a thing or two from Tove Jansson. Hence the pics of hers in this post.
You might note the nature theme. And in particular, woods and trees. Or the archetypal dark forest. Jansson often has her little folk exploring and adventuring in these archetypal settings: caves, mountains, forests, the sea. And home, of course.
I love trees, and nature. And I’d like to distil something from combining a study of Tove’s stuff, and elements from other sources; some of it my own, other bits borrowed, or plain stolen.
‘I only want to live in peace plant potatoes and dream.’ Wow! Now there’s a philosophy to live by.
I also love the way that in becoming ‘the artist’ (beret), Moomin becomes blind, and walks off a cliff. To my mind, as much as this scenario sends up the folly of life generally, it also captures the essence of being an artist. To make art is, or can (perhaps even should) be, stepping off the ledge, into the unknown.
Which idea returns me to the theme of my second paragraph in this post, above… ‘quest into the unknown’!