“The artist’s function is to love the enigma. All art is this: love which has been poured out over enigmas – and all works of art are enigmas surrounded and adorned by love.” Rainer Maria Rilke”
“The object which is at the back of every work of art, is the attainment of a state of being, a state of functioning, a more than ordinary moment of existence.” Robert Henri, American painter, from The Art Spirit (1923)
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As a writer I love Rilke’s “enigma,” and I love attaining that “more than ordinary moment of existence” that only writing brings me:
My writing emerges from that “soft underbelly of thought” where half-formed feelings, images, ideas take shape and find substance on the printed page. I write to discover things about myself and the world that lie just below conscious thought. When I write, I’m exploring worlds that I did not know existed until I wrote them, and by doing so, I feel immensely blessed to be able to experience life on that level, which is deeper and more meaningful than what I had known before.
I’ve been writing since a child for the pure pleasure of it, and later I wrote professionally, mostly essays, social commentary, grant writing (a special kind of creative writing), and several columns for local newspapers: one on book reviews, two others on social/economic/environmental issues.
Over the years a few short stories and poems were published as well. Now I’m actively pursuing a writing career, working on a literary novel, a collection of short stories, and an adventure series for middle graders based on our family’s experiences sailing around the world.
Some of my poetry and excerpts from short stories and works-in-progress can be read on my writing website.
You can also find some of my works on this blog under the category My Writing.
“If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammerin gon our skull, why then do we read it? What we must have are those books which come upon us like ill-fortune, and distress us deeply, like the death of one we love better than ourselves . . . . A book must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.” – Franz Kafka