Week Three was uneventful...did the tasks, wrote the Morning Notes, watched a subtitled French Movie in the quiet of my bedroom for my Artist Date. I forget the name of it, as it was that forgettable.
Week Four, I did the notes, tasks, and I took myself to an exhibit at the Museum called Between the Covers : Altered Books in Contemporary Art. I was there for 2 hrs and 25 minutes, and for all but 5 minutes of it I was alone...alone with Book Art!!! BLISS. The artists are brilliant and talented and I wish I could have photographed the pieces. Some of the highlights were : Stones made of books, a quilt made of children's book pages, mobiles, an Einstein bust, a mountain range that melted into a prairie, carved encyclopedias and dictionaries, a hammer handle, flowers made from fabric book spines, "those" magazines literally swept under a rug with more socially acceptable thinking books stacked on top, a desk and chair made out of books. And so many more. I will probably go back with Sunshine Girl. She is never without a book and is pretty damn creative, so she would really love this.
I have been taking a calendar week approach to this ~ Sunday to Saturday. But the Week Three Sunday was dicey. Not enough solitude on Sundays. So Week Four I started on Monday. My intention was to shift to Monday through Sunday for the weeks, but after starting Week Four a mere 5 days ago, I already started Week Five yesterday. Why? I failed miserably at the biggest task on Week Four. I will tell you what it was in a moment and how I plan to recover the task and do it for real this week. Or one of these upcoming weeks anyway.
Julia Cameron (who created the Artist's Way) talks about synchronicity in every chapter and it has been very apparent in my life. Any thought I tell someone or put on paper ~ thoughts about what kind of work I want, what old leisure activities I miss, the tasks for the Artist's Way ~ seem to pop up in my life in what could be tangible events. It is interesting to see how it will all unfold.
So back to the Week Four Failure ~ I had planned since early January to go the Altered Books exhibit this Monday. I was astounded when Monday rolled around and there was no mishaps to sidetrack me. Before I left the house, I read the Week Four Chapter. Well Hell. The biggest task of the week was that she said NO READING FOR A WEEK!!!!! No books, magazines, newspaper articles, on line reading, letters, emails. If it has words, turn away for one solid week. I was moments from going to an Altered Books exhibit!!! WTFriday?! Well, I wouldn't be READING the books, just looking at the sculptures they became, so I could lead myself into this temptation and still come out clean. Three artists in and I realized I was reading every sign. Crap. I WAS reading. And promised myself I would not read anything from the moment I left the museum and for the next 7 days. The museum is in a park, so I took a walk after the exhibit...and read every damn sign I came across. Then that night, I found four articles on line that I just HAD to read. By Tuesday morning, I was ready to rally and avoid reading, but I read on the treadmill and told myself, "It's just poetry. Julia said to get back to what you loved and miss." Then that night, while I was killing time when Sunshine Girl is in choir and I usually read for 2.5 hours while I wait, I took a walk in what is/was the mall (it's almost dead). I stumbled on an express library that also had books for sale. So guess where I spent those 2.5 hours?!? And of course I purchased two books before leaving. Wednesday brought many more articles that had to be read in the name of good parenting. And Thursday, I woke up utterly defeated and decided to move on to Week Five (which of course meant more reading). So Miss Julia telling me not to read threw me into a frantic readeverythingmyeyescanpossiblytoucheventhelabelsonclothing. I am hoping to incorporate the Do Not Read into Week Five, though I did fail again last night. So maybe Week Six? And maybe (excuse time!) if it wasn't winter I would not miss reading so much. I could plant the veggies, kayak, walk outside, fish, use my workshop. Her thoughts were if you weren't reading, you would be cleaning out the closets, painting the bedrooms, de-cluttering, exercising, cooking...ya know...my REGULAR EVERYDAY. So I guess I was resentful that the one luxury I have everyday was being taken away from me. As I write this out, I have no fucking clue if I will go a week with no reading.
not reading, just listening