I enjoy writing and am actively searching for ways to build this hobby
into a discipline. Writing for me has been a way to know myself, to
look at my demons, and to replenish my power. I joined the 100
Postcard Project to balance “online” and “offline” interpersonal
connections, mainly through offline letter writing and online creative
blogging. But what I have enjoyed most about this project so far is
the good company I keep in the other Postcard Artists, as well as the
enthusiasm my family and friends have shared when hearing about us,
their interest in receiving letters, and even their willingness to
participate or collaborate with us this summer. It has been fun to
watch this idea become real…and contagious!!!! Hope others will take
inspiration and nurture their own creative processes.
almost artsy. always on the move. loves singing in the car. cannot calculate international postage. lazy when it comes to scanning postcards. bad at keeping in touch. good at counting to one hundred. ready for a new “summer project.”
I was that girl who wrote two or three letters for every one that I received. I moved a lot as a child, so by the last big move, I learned to write letters. When I started going to Buddhist summer camp, I wrote to my fellow campers and counselors. In high school, friends and I wrote letters (or notes) to each other all of the time, oftentimes, including song lyrics and doodles or stickers and cute stationery. I became historian for my youth group, and so (without a fancy camera or any photo knowledge), my love for photographs began. Later in college, I learned to use writing to express myself in ways I never could through voice. I developed this form of expression I never knew I had and for the first time, began to see myself as a writer. Post-college, I received my first SLR as a birthday present and finally learned how to capture photographs the way I wanted to. Today, I combine words with photo with handwriting to create postcards. My art. And I send them to you. And this makes me happy.
In High school I read a quote about how quickly the artistic and creative capabilities people are born with deplete when they are not nurtured. I remember being appalled and it led me to believe that any and everyone can be creative. The trouble is that we are not nurturing these inherent gifts. When I tap into my own fading creative abilities I feel whole. For me this project provides the support I need to explore and commit to artistic outlets. I have lately been feeling disillusioned with online connections, and want to see what place exists culturally for creative connectivity. How does art, or old-fashioned letter-writing impact community? At the least, it feels good to draw, write and photograph. This summer, I want to see how I can be in touch with these parts of myself, and what it might do for the world I see on a daily basis.
There is art in each person’s mere existence. Tapping into one’s creativity, doing things by hand and seeing the result in a tangible way is a powerful acknowledgment of that existence. My creativity has found expression in many venues, the most recently consistent one being writing fiction. Although I have joined this band of compadres who are reclaiming physically created art and keeping an online record of it, I am using my keyboard for my contributions. So in the spirit of alliance I am finding the joy in creating in my kitchen again, after a long winter of the soul. The fragrances that emanate from my endeavor fill my home and my heart, and the bellies of those who come to partake of my efforts. If you are reading this, I hope you will grace my table this summer.