Picasso’s ‘Girl before a Mirror,’
Van Morrison’s ballad ‘Into the Mystic,’
‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,’ written and directed by John Hughes
They trace frequencies onto the media of paint, vinyl and celluloid, respectively. Each of these art forms require adept skill with instruments through which the artist conducts his energy.
An instrument conducting energy through a given medium.
Creative writing, however, remains one of the only art forms in which its instrument and medium are the same—the written word. The written word, which can be read, heard, said, sang, seen, and most importantly, thought.
Or is the medium the brainwaves of the prose reader? His instrument, like a player piano, is the script before him. While his eyes scrawl words latticed like hanging ivy all over the page to project a play within his mind.
The thick, gooey cerebral medium, as still as an endless well, as violent as sea squalled swells a thousand miles off the coast of any shore. When a brainstorm strikes, conjuring a nor’easter of electric, swirling connections, the artist must tune the vibrations from the source, the eye of the storm, staring straight up through the heavens concentrating ever upward into a golden recursive spiral, drawing the levity on down to his fingertips, where speech meets screen in the form of the printed word.
Just like the vibrating needle recording rich sound’s footprint on liquid vinyl.
Just like a painter’s fluid arm brush strokes the blank canvas.