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July 27, 2007
On Public Diaries
This is a bit from one of my all-time favorite books, Everyday Matters by Danny Gregory. Through simple line drawings and watercolors and small bits of prose, he chronicles his family's daily life in Manhattan after his wife - and the mother of his ten-month old son - is hit and paralyzed by the #9 train. I've given it to many friends going through tough times, and will give it to another one tonight.
As I was thumbing through it this afternoon, this bit caught my eye. It's interesting as I've been thinking a lot recently about why I keep this blog, what I should or shouldn't be writing on it, whether I should close it to the public, who's reading it, what they think of me, what writing it means, whether the entire act is merely an exercise in self-involvement - and, if so, if I should instead devote my creative time towards something more beneficial to the greater good.
Like Eazy-E powerpoint slides. Or, really, anything made out of fimo.
Clearly, I have a lot to give.
Without a drop more of ado, let's turn to the point of this whole post. Mr. Gregory, take it away. Please.
"Writing this boring crap and drawing ineptly have become fun and something I feel an actual need to do. So if I haven't written page after page of crackling, witty insight and my drawings look like they were done by a monkey using a stick up his anus, sue me. Maybe one day, I'll do better. Maybe not. In the meantime, I like this, it makes me better to myself, makes me reconsider a lot of things in my life, makes me take some risks and open some doors. This new path is too short for the view to be different than where I was except in my fantasies, so rather than dash them, I shall continue down it, and the landscape will change."
Posted by Bree at July 27, 2007 04:04 PM