Thursday 26 March 2009

Good Artists copy, Great artists Steal !


Pablo Picasso died in 1973. It may well not be widely known, (or it might be!) that Pablo wrote poetry as well as painted, so he was a fellow writer. (He'd have probably been member of many a writing forum had he lived just 11 years more to see the birth of the internet).

In his life time Pablo was believed to have said that:

"Good artists copy, and great artists steal". 

Now as a new writer (who is marked upon originality) it seems to me it is a statement that flies in the face of originality. But having said that, as a screenwriter (and future novelist, hopefully) the job we have is to create characters, place them within a story that we structure, and give it meaning. So, unless we are the most creative and imaginative mind in the world we must at least borrow our necessary ingredients from our experiences.

Now if we were to simply copy those experiences and mesh them together without changing them, our stories would end up incoherent. However instead by taking those experiences, (whether our own or not) and owning them, manipulating their makeup so as to fit together neatly in one story, have we stolen them? At what stage does the stealing matter? Have we stolen the idea if what we end up with is something we have totally reinvented? Arguably something new and NOT the original idea we stole (supposedly)?

The dictionary definition of stealing is:
 Dishonestly pass off another person's ideas as one's own.

Now in art that may be possible. The periods that art has gone through (Cubism for example in Picasso's case) perhaps lend themselves to the argument that artists are all trying to perfect the same 'genre',  or 'style' of their time. Thus, one could indeed pinch another artist's idea should they foolishly share them so liberally with you. But if Pablo considered himself a great artist, and I'm sure he did, then he must have been stealing his ideas! Now unless in the 70's there were an awful lot of women with some pretty clean cut jaw lines walking around, or an underground painter Pablo stole his ideas from, I don't think he was speaking in literal terms when he chose the word steal!

In my opinion with writing, I am inclined to take the stance that, naturally one can never steal an idea and pass it off as one's own, as every idea comes from an experience and only in interpretation can that idea take on meaning. This is assuming a great writer, as Picasso refers to, would not simply look to steal another's idea merely to have it but to own it - thus add himself to it, effectively changing it!

A fellow writer once said to me 'ideas are free'. Now indeed perhaps they are. They are always there for the taking. Thus, if I am stealing my ideas from the universe , I am indeed passing them off as my own, albeit not dishonestly! I'm a Catholic girl I'll have you know!

What I don't like about this argument is that it lends itself to support the premise that modern art is feasibly art, when in fact most of it is a pile of crap. (A controversial opinion I know.) And no I don't agree that the unappreciative feeling you get when you glaze over at a canvas with a red dot on it, unable to find the true meaning, is arguably 'the point'!  Please, I mean our bedroom is untidy all the time and we don't stand marveling at it, let alone asks others to pay for the privilege to do so!

Tracey Emin's Bed

I digressed a bit there, but I think I have found my comfortable conclusion. In writing, one must be original. However, our ideas can be borrowed but, our telling of the story, the sewing of seeds that grow in your imagination cannot be stolen, and that is very much what makes us Great Writers!

Monday 23 March 2009

Did you know?

What are we to make of these statistics? I don't think I've ever felt so small!!!


And my 'To-be' Mother in law sent me this lovely video today. It's a day of visual inspiration! Got the right link now...

http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/popup-frame.html

Friday 20 March 2009

Tipped for great things


I read something very true today in my Shooters newsletter. We will skirt over the fact that it is now 11.35 and I still haven't managed to get on with the Thriller I am writing that needs to be finished in less than 12 days! So the newsletter addressed the point of how one becomes ' Tipped for greatness'. Now, one person's reply to this thread was to say that he Tips himself. It is a more than appropriate response but also very insightful. It made me think: of course we must believe in ourselves and our work but also to believe that the efforts we make will take us somewhere; and not to be halted by others who don't appreciate our greatness as much as we do.

JK Rowling is a perfect example of a writer who was rejected many times before her talents were appropriately appreciated. And had those publishers who turned her away known quite how lucrative her talents were, I am sure then appreciation would have modified!

You see, we are in a unique position ourselves, in as far as we know our talents, we know how easy things come to us, how natural writing feels. Now, as I am at the burgeoning stages of my new career direction I do still find myself trawling through job sites looking for something easy to jump out in front of me and pay me a packet. But I forgive myself for these slips as I always return to my writing questioning why I wasted my time on those job sites at all because you know what, I really tip myself.

I am tipped for great things in writing and although I know that, I won't stop until that is a reality and everyone else knows it too!

ciao 

Wednesday 18 March 2009

Firenze and a Fresh outlook



Well living in Italy does have its perks. For example a weekend trip in the car can transport you to the wonderfully romantic world of Florence in under 3 hours! 

We were lucky enough to have the whole weekend in this glorious city. The weather was on our side and our hotel was in the perfect location. We even got free parking, which we heard is normally a nightmare. We pitched up to our hotel and had a parking space right outside the entrance for free, no idea what people are complaining about!!

We stayed in Hotel Beatrice, which was a lovely experience. Aside from our very charismatic owner, who resembled the 'Count' from Sesame Street, the rooms were typically Italian. Somehow when you are on holiday decor that you would never let grace your own home walls earns a new appreciation. The place had an authentic feel that was intrinsic to its makeup and made our stay, in my opinion, all the more romantic.

Within walking distance to all the sites and churches we had a spring in our step Saturday morning when we began our tour de Firenze! In short the place is magical. The art museums conjure a spiritual sensibility from the works of Michelangelo & Co. Although I was still pretty confused how all these guys in the sculptures would have been quite so ripped without an LA Fitness membership?! Maybe they had gyms in those days! Probably just hung around the baths lifting stones, tallying reps on the walls with chalk, driving the girls wild!!

Anyway there was too much to pack into here but all in all a fabulous time was had. City breaks are making a come back it seems!!

Tuesday 10 March 2009

Right so when you think about jetsetting off to Dubai, I'm sure what doesn't come to mind is spending 10 hours in an airport lounge. Yeah, neither did we and had we known we would have thought twice! Sadly just as we were praising AirFrance for their croissants, among other things, their appeal flopped like a bad soufflle! Our connection flight was 45 mins after our arrival and we thought this was a little ambitious but we, and at least 7 others, were to find out exactly how unachievable that aim really was. 
On arriving we walked a good 50 kilometre before we saw any sign of life. After which the lady standing in uniform informed us we needed to catch a bus to another terminal. She did neglect to tell us that the bus driver had come runner up in last years 'Slowest driver in France' competition. So with the clock ticking and our boarding time past, we began to worry. But with 15 mins to go, we reach our terminal despite all the drivers best intentions! 
Now we were remaining positive, ignoring the gut feeling France was definitely conspiring against us. However the theory was fully supported as we found ourselves at the back of another huge security queue, encore en fois! We did manage to make our gate a whole 12 mins before our take off but, we had lost the battle. France was victorious.
We were told it wasn't our plane we could spy right infront of us, painstakingly close, which is always a great pet peave of mine when someone tells me what I see is a lie.
'Bloody eyes they keep lying to me, one more time and I'm gone, I tell you outa here then see how you survive!'.
Anyway AirFrance put us on the next flight out, a convenient 10 hours later and kindly offered us nothing in compensation. So alas, a 30 euro rip-off lunch and a few hours of kip later I'm not feeling too jetsetting. But as my wonderful man put it 'Christ babe you're still coming to Dubai', that I am, and isn't that great!