| Author: | Anne Jindra | ISBN: | 9781370606795 |
| Publisher: | Anne Jindra | Publication: | April 4, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Anne Jindra |
| ISBN: | 9781370606795 |
| Publisher: | Anne Jindra |
| Publication: | April 4, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
From the lighter side of futuristic fantasy to the darkest regions of foreign culture, The Collected Short Stories bends your mind from setting to setting, each its own world.
"The book wasn't written, it created itself, drawing each word from my fingers as I struggled to capture feelings and experiences that wouldn't sleep. It's art, words that can only explain themselves with more words. As always I hope the shifts in style and form inspire and teach, disturb and help create more art." -Anne Jindra
"To draw, you must close your eyes and sing” ~Pablo Picasso
Creativity is derivative of a crossover from idea to concept, from life to form, from emotion to expression. It is epiphany.
Collect things as you go. Small things, things you pick up, put down and pick up again. Or simply can't stop touching, looking at, smelling, listening to. Staring at.
Things aren't just objects. They're stories, friends, adventures, road trips that start at 3 in the morning and end... never.
“The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” ~Walt Whitman
Restless days, where nothing satisfies you. Those are simply art days. Days that you want to create something, to see yourself, your thought, feeling, in the world. Leather journals, embossed notebooks, they'll keep your thoughts from then, until they get so tangled up that they have little thoughts of their own.
“The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.” ~Junot Diaz
When your idea finally coalesces, coruscating in front of you with all of the wonder you lost when you found out you were an adult, nurture it. Gather the things; jpgs, branches, bottle caps, seeds, colors that match from pictures that don't, and scatter them around. Your desk, your desktop, your house, they're your canvas.
Until it happens, and you start to work. And you love it. And you hate it. And the more you return to it the more it opens up to you and grows away from you and you fight with it and talk to it and eventually you finally call it, Art.
From the lighter side of futuristic fantasy to the darkest regions of foreign culture, The Collected Short Stories bends your mind from setting to setting, each its own world.
"The book wasn't written, it created itself, drawing each word from my fingers as I struggled to capture feelings and experiences that wouldn't sleep. It's art, words that can only explain themselves with more words. As always I hope the shifts in style and form inspire and teach, disturb and help create more art." -Anne Jindra
"To draw, you must close your eyes and sing” ~Pablo Picasso
Creativity is derivative of a crossover from idea to concept, from life to form, from emotion to expression. It is epiphany.
Collect things as you go. Small things, things you pick up, put down and pick up again. Or simply can't stop touching, looking at, smelling, listening to. Staring at.
Things aren't just objects. They're stories, friends, adventures, road trips that start at 3 in the morning and end... never.
“The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” ~Walt Whitman
Restless days, where nothing satisfies you. Those are simply art days. Days that you want to create something, to see yourself, your thought, feeling, in the world. Leather journals, embossed notebooks, they'll keep your thoughts from then, until they get so tangled up that they have little thoughts of their own.
“The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.” ~Junot Diaz
When your idea finally coalesces, coruscating in front of you with all of the wonder you lost when you found out you were an adult, nurture it. Gather the things; jpgs, branches, bottle caps, seeds, colors that match from pictures that don't, and scatter them around. Your desk, your desktop, your house, they're your canvas.
Until it happens, and you start to work. And you love it. And you hate it. And the more you return to it the more it opens up to you and grows away from you and you fight with it and talk to it and eventually you finally call it, Art.
