I received the NaBloPoMo newsletter today and learned that this month’s theme is Art. On the one hand, I thought, “I have nothing to say! I’m not an artist. Blah.”
On the other hand, I’m coming to realize that I must have order in my life or I start dying, bit by bit. “Enemy of Entropy” isn’t just a fanciful blog title. Disorder is painful to me. Dull colors, harsh lighting, loud sounds, poor ventilation, and pervasive odors can drag anyone down, but they make me ill very rapidly.
If you find me surrounded by chaos you can be sure that either I haven’t been in that space long enough to impose order, or that something is very, very wrong.
I’m healthiest and happiest when I’m when I find ways to increase the amount of harmony and beauty around me. There is beauty in order, and art, for me, involves order — some kind of order, even if it isn’t always obvious.
I’m never going to be an Artist in any classical sense of the word. I have, however, established peaceful, joyful spaces for my family and friends to live in and visit. I put together fabric and fibers to create unique works of embroidery. When I sing, alone or with others, the result is no less beautiful for its ephemerality.
I’ll be trying to explore my own kind of art this month through blogging, my identity as an artist. And I’ll be working on getting back to blogging regularly, obviously. This is a new sort of blog post for me, more introspective. We’ll see how that goes.