… a woman whose creative life is dwindling, experiences… a sensation of poisoning, deformation, a desire to kill off everything. Subsequently, she is driven to seemingly endless searching through the wreckage for her former creative potential. In order for her psychic ecology to be arighted, the river has to be made clear once again. It is not the quality of our creative products that we are concerned with… but the determination and care of our creative life. Always behind the actions of writing, painting, thinking, healing, doing, cooking, talking, smiling, making, is the river, the Rio Abajo Rio; the river under the river nourishes everything we make.
Oct 29, 2013 5:02 pm I’ve been engaged in a collaborative blogging project with my students at DAAP this semester. They have been producing their “creative academic blogs” and I…