So what is it that makes someone who writes paint?

Or someone who paints, make music? Or someone who makes film, write poetry? Or, for that matter, someone who designs buildings also write, compose, paint and take artistic photographs? Pretty obvious really, I suppose. For doesn’t it all come from the same source. Inspiration. That orgasmic, organic drive to create. It’s just, in some people, it works it’s way through to the solid world along many different channels.

And it takes a little navigating through the ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’ way of thinking. Which can be true, but not always. Definitely not always. It’s maybe just a case of things taking a lot longer to establish when you’re one of those creatives, like me, who just can’t be tied down to a life of servitude to only one face of the muse. But if you’re trying to establish an income – trying to turn your creative endeavours into cash – it usually pays to stick to one area and carve your niche there. That’s life made a little easier. And, indeed, that sort of challenge can be very exciting. Putting your creativity into your strategic planning. Your brand. etc. etc.

I’ve thought about that. I’ve conversed with my business self many times and that part of me makes perfect, logical sense. (I have a very entrepreneurial spirit, after all). But, I get tired of logic, don’t you? And also the corporate-speak that is creeping into every facet of our lives, even creativity. (I shook my head in disbelief when I recently came across a corporate buzz-word ‘Kaizen’ used in an artistic setting. Homogenization horror!)

For deep down, and I mean really deep down – there is an urgency to create freely, no matter what. No matter if I’m not able to be successful. For that’s the thing. How do you judge your success. How do you measure it? For me, that’s easy. I judge my success by my own standards. I have my own agenda. My own philosophy. I’m happy to do what FEELS right. If that’s creating a short film – great. If that’s painting a series of large panels – great. If that’s writing story into play, or novel, or short story format- then so be it. If that’s exiling myself to a cave to express in reams of poetry… why not? It might not work for some, but for others, this sort of practice can cross germinate. One project or expression can inject a growth spurt into another. Or allow it time to evolve over a long period of time, while you turn your eyes away and rest them on another medium. It can keep you energised and moving. A creative fire, alive and burning rather than a growing heap of dust.

It can also keep you poor. For a potentially long time. Depends if you have that lucky touch of being in the right place at the right time. I’m not counting on luck though. I’ve tried the lottery a few times. Nothing doing. So I’m in for the long haul. I’m making a friend of time. A key component in all this, I have to admit.

So, that’s me! But how about you? Do you create ‘across the board’ or do you focus on one thing? Is there something you’d love to try in another art form other than the one you work in?


Bunking off school isn’t your usual precursor to a lifelong love of books is it?

Well no… but if I hadn’t made a habit of bunking off, I’d have never spent so much time in the local library. It was warm. Had seats. Plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in. What wasn’t to like about it?

And of course, there were the books. Lot’s of them. So, what did I do? Of course… I continued my education. On my own terms. An autodidact. For life.


Why was I there, and not at school? Well, a couple of reasons. One I’m not telling, and the other was pretty much ‘school’ itself. If you’ve ever suffered from acute shyness then you know exactly what I mean. That whole ‘standing up in class’ to read from a book? What’s that even about? Not all of us want to be great orators. Not all of us want that much attention. Ok, so some of us might need a gentle push to take us out of our comfort zones in order to fulfil some future potential. But equally, some of us just like being left alone. And to continue that way, quite happily, into the future. So, it was quite a comfort to read Susan Cain’s book ‘Quiet’. It actually put a voice, a very eloquent voice, to my thoughts and feelings on all this. Required reading for everyone, I think. Put it on the syllabus, I think. And that goes for teacher training literature and putting in the hands of school policy makers.

I mean, as far as education timetables go – doesn’t it seem odd that the very time of life that hormones kick in corresponds exactly with the start of exams? Surely the teenage brain can be put to much better, more creative and societally beneficial use for those few important years? I know there’s all kinds of scientific research backing up what most of us already know instinctively, about the teenage brain being different. But is it being put into some useful context yet? Jury’s out.

Anyway, at that age, I had my own ideas. And, thanks to that welcoming book infested library – especially the ‘do-it-yourself’ section – I knew I could acquire knowledge as and when required. Live by the seat of your pants stuff. (Perhaps no coincidence that I was developing at the same time as punk – here’s some of me ol’ mucker, Jon Lydon’s, thoughts on those times).

But of course, those were ‘happy days’. Those ‘seat of the pants’ days. The ones where you could get a job simply by going in and asking for one. All you needed was initiative and desire to work. Where the impression you gave to the boss right there ‘on the spot’ might actually bag you a source of income. Middle management wasn’t such a big thing then. Bosses could actually make decisions. And walking in to ask for a job? Nowadays? It’s all ‘CV’s by post or email only please’. Followed by checking the internet for your digital audit trail… Oh yes, all that silly nonsense you might share on social networks (note to self – delete silly nonsense before big brother leaves a comment)…

All this reminiscing has got me wandering what’s going to happen in the years to come. I’ll watch, as always, with interest. Well, that’s when I’m not reading. Or writing.

So what was your experience with school? Did you love it? Have a teacher that left an amazingly deep impression on you? Or, like me, did you go your own way… if so, how did you survive?