This is a book about art and the creation of it. How do artists come up with new ideas? If you are an artist how can you push yourself and become more creative? And maybe everyone needs a little creativity now and then.
Something about this book made me feel like I was listening to some stoner dude in the bedroom of a house party surrounded by black light posters and lava lamps. It felt sort of quasi-Buddhist and statements weren’t really statements but possibilities. After a while every time he wrote “maybe”, “could”, or “can” I felt like there wasn’t much conviction here.
But it was full of interesting ideas on reviewing your filter, your habits, and thinking about how you think about things. There was insight into the life of an artist, and despite the image of a free and relatively stress-free life, artists have a need to create and to answer the call of creativity in a way true themselves is a (noble) burden.
Also I could see a little more into what it means to “understand” art. I enjoyed the content of the book, but apparently the style and presentation of the content – not so much.
Next I am reading Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin.
