Visual Art vs. Writing
I wish I was an artist.
It seems to me that mentally, art is easier than writing. With art, all you need is a little passion, a little talent, and an idea. But writing is so much more complex. There’s sentence structure, grammar, spelling, and the proper use of words to worry about. I can’t simply paint a picture or illustrate a scene. It’s got to be well-rounded, and make sense. If it’s long, I have to read back over the whole hundred pages of it before I can get back into it. It takes time, and it takes dedication. A picture I could paint in a day.
If I was any good at painting, that is.
Which I’m not, not really. I took lessons when I was a kid, but hey, didn’t we all? I never had much of a knack for it, and my best pieces were either traced and then painted, or simply a splash of color on a canvas. I’m used to being good at things, almost everything I put my mind to. But art, I could never really come by. I tried again in my freshman year, took Art 1. But it never really helped me get any better at it.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, sometimes I wish my gift was more with colors than with words. It seems it would be easier for me that way. I wouldn’t have to spend so much time just trying to finish one thing. But then again, isn’t that what this is all about? An experiment in writing something short, so I can finish a thought in a single sitting for once, instead of laboring over an idea for weeks or months on end.
It’s easier this way.
This is a little vignette I wrote about starting to write vignettes (ironic much?). I sometimes wish I was an artist because it wouldn't require as much of a dedication of time to finish just one piece as a book requires. So, I started to write vignettes because they could be one page long and simply get an idea across. I wouldn't have to dedicate months of time to trying to finish them, like I have to my novels (or one in particular, which I still have not successfully finished).