Affirmations 3.11.20

  • You can always adjust. The whole house came down with a cold and we’ve spent most of our time sleeping. Today I’m finally feeling like myself, but it feels as if I postponed a lot in the last week. I have three podcast episodes of Creative Drive in the can, just never got the chance to upload. Madd and I didn’t podcast this last week, so we’ll try again in the coming days. Still chipping at the second part of my mockumentary script but getting tired of it. It sucks, the time-frame is all off and we’ve technically lost two weeks of consistent content, but it’s not the end of the world. As long as the family gets healthier in the next day or so, we will be back up to speed. Adapting is the name of the game.

  • Sometimes the little things are monumental for the self. Started the idea notebook now that I got my Lochby Field Journal! This thing is gorgeous and I’m super excited I get to invest in myself and my work. My first entry went in today. Starting with five observations, ideas, or “seeds” to be used on a story down the road. Feeling good today.

  • It’s hard to narrow down your purpose. Your mission. The time comes when you eventually have to make a choice. I have a couple of creatives interested in my idea of doing a podcast for working class creatives. I want to go on a mission to extrapolate the strategies and habits of working class creatives to communicate the good that creativity can bring to anyone and everyone, not just the creatives doing it for a living. I’ve tip-toed around this mission for a while now. It’s very important to me, but suddenly it feels as if I’m too afraid to let go of the things that aren’t serving my creative and community purpose. I want to bring awareness to the arts and remove the stigma that the arts are only for an elite few, or the classically trained, or the ones in the big cities. Art belongs to everyone. I may have to let go of some commitments to make this a reality.

  • Also, who doesn’t love to experiment with more podcast gear??? Here’s a post from my wonderful time this weekend helping our good friend Jess setup her next podcasting endeavor. So much fun!

Much love,

j

Monday

I come out of my cave all

snug blanketed

to meet a world

smiling hostile at times.

Hostile because of its indifference

not because it’s out to get me.

I caution you to look both ways:

and ensure you are wearing enough padding to handle the onslaught, as all of us adjust to the workweek.

Be well, friends.

j

P.S. The padding is the love you have to offer.

All is fleeting. (10 Minute Sprint)

Mateo: Clouds are often magical. I didn’t think I would get there. It’s been 27 years and the spring stuck around a lot longer than we both thought. I saw these clouds lead me to that special place, by pointing at the ground with the shadows, much like an indecisive index finger. These mountains kept me locked in, but I still searched diligently, in the places that I knew and remembered. There was a tree nearby. In the 50 mile radius, there was a patchy cottonwood tree next to a once boisterous creek and I recall we carved our names on it. I was going to meet you there on the 2nd of March, in 1961. I made 30 cents an hour and didn’t know your last name. I found out later it was Henley. And I couldn’t pronounce it. Braceros had to make their way back home after the season came to an end, but I knew I had nothing to return to. Everything I needed was here, waiting by this tree. So why did I not meet you? Why did I leave you there to wait? Did you wait for minutes? Hours? Days? I hope your love has not fermented into hatred for me. I hope the only thing that faded has been the grief, and not the spark in your eye. If the tree still stands, I will find it. If our markings have weathered like a monument on bark, I will find them. It’s taken me 27 years to realize all of it is fleeing. All is fleeting. All of it. Except you.


Felt good to have a writing sprint after such a long while. This one was prompted by one of my prompts on IG under the hashtag #icprompts. Check them out!

Be well. Make art, make haste.

j

Noteworthy 10.25.19

Happy Friday folks!

A few good links to help inspire and get the creative process started:

All of us David Bowie fans, rejoice! A new graphic novel chronicles the rise of Ziggy Stardust. It’s on I’m definitely looking forward to…

I’m a sucker for behind the scenes footage. One of my favorite past times growing up was watching the “second disc” of my favorite badass movies and watch how filmmakers worked as one to bring these magical set pieces to life. Watching the collective problem solving is one of the most inspiring things to me. Here’s a fascinating one about the Dark Knight epic truck flip!

This useful article about the 7 types of rest we need to recharge was a good one I found for self care. I’m always on the lookout for something that will work for me. So we’ll see if some of these can make a difference to us!

Christopher McQuarrie really nails this answer on Twitter when asked how to break into the film industry. All of us creatives, no matter the medium/form, can benefit from his poignant response.

Be well this weekend and hope you find time to make art.

j

Noteworthy 9.21.19

Hi folks, how about this wonky week?! Here’s to the next one!

Recently, I heard about a group of Nigerian filmmakers making epic movies on their smartphones. There is so much hope in my heart watching these young kids doing the best with what they have. This is the definition of taking the reigns of your craft and progressing at all costs. This is talent, passion and commitment coming together. I applaud you from afar, young creatives. Keep doing your thing!

You bet your ass I watched the Raul Julia documentary this weekend. My goodness, he was astounding onstage and I would have straight up murdered to see him live. Much like any person of color who aspires or once aspired to make the theater their livelihood, watching his story unfold reminded me of the insurmountable obstacles to becoming a working and successful theater practitioner. I have learned that Raul was proud and unapologetically Puerto Rican, opened the doors for so many, and lived an incredible life. One of the great American actors of his generation and an inspiration.

Also, shout out to u/TheDeadpooliNAllofUS for sharing this gem of a cover in the Radiohead subreddit. Lots of gold there, one of my favorite communities.

Be well this weekend and make art, make haste.

Happy Monday, From Late Sunday.

Wrapping up a little promo for the amazing and fast approaching Oyster Ridge Music Festival! I can’t wait to head there this weekend!

Yes, it’s late, but there are times one must go the extra mile and offer something to the cause. I just wrapped up on this quick promo a few minutes ago, since the festival is just four days away, every little bit helps to keep spreading the word! Oyster Ridge has given me so much in the last few years, and it does so much for the Wyoming arts community that it’s only right I try to bring as much awareness to this festival as possible. Producing web content for the festival has given me so much reward and joy, I can’t help but think of this project year-round. I’ll try to document a bit as I go, but as the festival takes hold, it’s hard to do anything but record and enjoy. Four more days!


In podcast world, Madd and I got back to podcasting on Saturday and should have a new episode this week as well. I had a big editing stumble the last few weeks, so I apologize to our dear friends who came on for episode 20. That episode will be coming out in the coming days! We cover some great movies and have a good time goofing around. For now, checkout the last episode we published, it might be one of our best yet:


On a personal note, I learned a lot this weekend. Sometimes irrational or poorly timed goals lead to a frenzy of time wasted, and energy spent on the wrong things. I tend to follow this pattern often, but a conversation this weekend led me to a helpful observation: It’s tough to get out of your head. Tough to see things from a vantage point other than your own. More importantly, it’s tough to meet the needs of friends and family if you aren’t actively listening. On my best days, I can be a great listener. Attentive and caring, generous. I have fallen short of that standard because thinking about myself and my distractions is more important. It sounds awful as I think this thought and lay it on display for all to see. This is however, the truth. I carry with me what I call, The Delusion: A powerful, intoxicating drug that drives me to fixate on a specific creative project because if I don’t finish it, a part of me will cease to exist. Rinse and repeat. Sadly, I’ve held this thinking for a long time, and its volatile nature has mangled my more healthy behaviors of relationship building and communicating. I firmly believe there is a healthier balance to be found between my creative pursuits and the relationships I hold dear: They must enrich and nurture each other. The secret is in clarity and communication.

I am vowing to be present, to actively listen, and to be proactive in my own life by making choices. I am rejecting complacency and embracing love and selflessness. I don’t know what the hell that means yet, but alas, this is a late night work in progress. Now the work begins.

I hope you had a good weekend too.

j

“Such great heights.”
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