Just Write
I’ve been thinking about Mark Rothko, sort of.
Daphne Gray-Grant is all about writing fast and fluidly, which is why I like to read her. About a week ago, she wrote about seeing the play Red, quoting this comment by Rothko to his assistant, Ken:
“Most of painting is thinking. Didn’t they teach you that? Ten percent is putting paint onto the canvas. The rest is waiting.”
This is not what I always preach and always try to practice, which goes something like this: Most of writing is writing. Even thinking is best done with pen put to paper. There is no substitute for writing. So just write.
But about a week ago, I was tired. It’s Domestic Violence Awareness Month, and I’ve been (very happy to be) speaking a lot. I needed to quiet down for a few days.
Over the weekend, I read the play. Toward the end, Ken, in frustration, expresses his own version of Rothko’s work style, characterizing it as “let’s-look-at-the-fucking-canvas-for-another-few-weeks-let’s-not-fucking-paint-let’s-just-look.”
Ken knows the danger. Let’s not paint. Let’s not write. “Let’s just look”–or think, or wait.
I’ve looked, thought, waited, and read Red.
Now it’s time to write. Join me?
1 Comment
wholly jeanne
Waiting. Staying. They’re mostly synonymous, don’t you think?