THE PROCESS: Inspired by a documentary film showing the ‘not bad’ abstract-expressionist artist Jackson Pollock at work in his studio creating a ‘drip painting’, I came up with an idea.
Shown below is demonstration of ‘How I Write’. This is a ‘LIVE’ event, spread over the forthcoming weeks and (probably) months. To do so, I will write a short, ekphrastic story (a story based on a picture) and update the post each time I add something more. I will continue with editing (I edit all the way, as I go along, right until the end and then some more) and I will show the customary notes I make underneath a developing story, deleting them some time after they become absorbed into the story – or rejected.
When the story is complete, I will clean all this up and it will look like a usual post.
A warning (imagine, at this point, the wind picking up, a cloaked and hooded individual, face obscured, one hand holding a wooden staff, the other pointing off towards swirling, inky grey and dark black clouds, slithering across the horizon), this is just the beginning and may turn out to be a long and winding process. All mistakes and several errors are left in, until they are edited out.
Maybe return after a week each time you visit, to see how far I’ve got. Any questions, such as why am I doing this, please leave a comment. For deeper musings of a philosophical nature, get in touch in the usual way, via the contact page.
Of course, Pollock said afterwards that he was deeply unhappy with the documentary film, that by revealing his process in some way’d had a reductive effect – that he had ‘lost’ something.
Anyway… I am not so precious and have less to lose, I would surmise.
Here’s the start of the story:
If you take a good look around, there aren’t many women in the world with naturally blue hair, very few in fact. Hair scientists say this rare phenomena occurs as a result of a specific genetic defect, caught unawares, buried somewhere deep within our DNA.
Conversely, as a committed appreciator, I say it is a scientific wonder of genetics invoking a sense of awe, no less than a blessing from God’s can’t-leave-it-alone tinkering. And still, to this day, I can recall the circumstances in which as a young teen, I saw my very first one.Continue reading “Natural Blue”