When I started this blog in 2008, I wrote:_________
This blogging monologue is first and foremost a means to playfully collect and clarify thoughts, events, input, findings, inspirations, observations. Whatever things seem like, they might later transform and become an output. As such slowFlow is a percolator – it is part of a creative process.
My jumping off point is Intention. My focal point is Beauty. My job is to evoke Questions. This space is critic free: – I tell myself: Don’t let the critic in you pass any comments, until the artist is done doing the job!
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I stopped writing (and many other things) in May 2009. However I did create some works (prints etc, and helped set up a gardening website and blog). But something wasn’t going well… or rather ‘flowing’. Instead of deleting the slowFlow-blog all together, I just turned a blind eye. Now I am wondering if I waited something out, as opposed to ending something?
It is March 2011 now. My thoughts are less clear than ever. I have discovered that keeping a blog like this (in addition to writing in all sorts of books, cutting out, gluing in, filing away) is a way to help me get a better look at myself. So, I think I’ll just keep slowFlow alive for a while yet. I just realized how ironic it is for an impatient person to name a blog slowFlow… and then come to a full stop for almost two years. Slow – but not still.
So, why a blog at all?
I like how a blog gives me a chance to supplement my other collecting strategies. My goal is not to write for other people. Yet knowing someone else can read this, make me write differently here than in private. That in itself is a reason. Furthermore I get a sense of an overview of myself at a glance: – Artists I like, quotes that give meaning, music that connects, topics that stir me enough to bother writing about it. Behind all of this is a person I am trying to get a closer look at. A person I even try to get to know well enough, to trust her footprint in the world.
My journey so far has imprinted a stamp of ‘multiples’ in me. Even though my native language is Norwegian, sometimes I happen to write in English. Among several things I am a woman, an artist, an employee, a friend, girlfriend, sister and daughter. I am not anonymous, yet not obvious at this point. That’s the way it has to be.
There is a system to this blog, and it seems cryptic to me as well. What I know is that ‘drip’ means it came from someone else than me. ‘Jeanne d’Heart’ are matters from my heart. When the ‘Nomad’ is linked to a post, there is some wandering of the mind going on. ‘AnaRcTISTa’ is trying to find her authentic and congruent voice. I’m not sure what the ‘airbubbles’ are all about. Perhaps to be spotted some day?
