An artist I admire told me that when he was starting out he did a kind of self hypnosis, telling himself he could paint in the manner of those he admired. He suggested a similar meditation.
I took to sitting quietly, telling myself–I am the Christo and Jean-Claude of words…I wrap the world in text…
Two weekends ago I tried another approach. We were in Albuquerque. I indulged in that pseudo New Age affirmation thing–live the life you want as if you already had it…
If I was an installation artist, what would I do? Go the flea market, of course! It was a huge amount of fun. Rich wanted an egg beater but bought a keyboard. I debated gumball machines. This sure could use a giant installation, I thought.
Then realized: This IS a giant installation.
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 