Writing Like Michelangelo and Da Vinci

December 27, 2009

Italy’s culture exists in epic proportions. Art was everywhere in Italy – not just in museums, but on the floors beneath my feet, on the sides of buildings, even in rubbled ruins. Art was everywhere and I could not get enough.
I never knew I would be stunned, yes – stunned, by the statues and artwork I saw during my whirlwind trip to that boot-shaped country. I marveled at the ambitious excavations in Pompeii, at the ability of Da Vinci to capture the element of surprise on his disciple’s faces in Last Supper, and in the mosaic of golden opulence of St. Mark’s Cathedral. As I walked through Doge’s Palace in Venice, I gasped aloud at the ornate paintings.
Somewhere amidst these lavish displays of famous statues and paintings, I had an epiphany about my own form of self-expression. I’m not sure when exactly the idea started to form, perhaps the dawning realization first materialized as I gazed up at the Systine chapel ceiling. It had never occurred to me that subtle images could hold the capacity to elicit powerful emotions until I gazed upon the most innocent of gestures: two index fingers (God’s and Adam’s) almost touching. That simple visual drew forth a wide range of feelings in me: hope, humility, kindness, love. If viewing a painting could bring up this level of complex emotions, what might be possible if an art form had all four senses at its disposal?
Writers are spoiled and we don’t even know it. DaVinci and Michelangelo tell a whole story through inanimate objects. They, like all painters and sculptors, have only sight to convey meaning. Even modern-day movies, where the senses are limited to sight and sound, have more luxuries for context than these ancient masters of clay of paint had. True, film-makers get background music to create mood. But we writers, have a full gamut of tools. We can twist words to create setting and emotion in a way that readers can experience all the elements of sight, sound, taste and texture.
As I studied Michelangelo’s work, I noticed the visual elements he used to capture Mary’s seemingly calm acceptance of the loss of her son in La Pieta. I noted how Mary’s left hand faces palm up and how the slight angle of her head is inclined toward her son, even the fact that her eyes are closed helped communicate a specific emotion. I can’t recall a time when I’ve described hand position to elicit a given mood. What a wonderful technique to reveal compassion or tenderness.
The next time I get stuck attempting to convey one of the myriad of emotions a character is feeling, I plan to flip open a book of art. Until I had the awesome experience of touring Italy, it had never occurred to me that studying paintings and sculpture could be used as a tool to capture the depth and intimacy in writing.

A new direction

December 27, 2009

Hope this holiday season and the year ahead are memorable for all WOTJ members – that is, memorable in the positive sense.

After 50 rejections I’ve chosen to explore self-publishing “In Dangerous Waters.”  I welcome any ideas, suggestions and/or recommendations.  Have found four publishers who have interesting brochures, but will continue to explore.  In the meantime a new novel is progressing.  I’ve always claimed the virtue of patience; guess I was mistaken.

Julie or Julia or The Naked Gardener?

December 21, 2009

I am BLOGing in front of a roaring fire this evening.  Most of the country is in the deep freeze, but we fortunate Northern Californians (yes, despite our other calamities, we are still thankful for our mild weather) are enjoying ’60’s and sunshine during the afternoons.  This evening though is chilly and damp.  Our four dogs splay across the hardwood floor as close as they dare to the flames.

I watched Julie/Julia on the TV the other night.  If you have not had a chance to experience this juxtaposition between two aspiring writers, I encourage you to set aside the time.

Julia (Child) is in Paris with her supportive husband lamenting the fact that no good French cookbook has ever been published in English for the American taste buds.  Julie BLOGs in her cramped Brooklyn apartment over the Pizzeria (50 years later of course).  She has decided to make every recipe in JC’s landmark cookbook over 365 days and let the world know the results. The screenplay is masterfully woven from two separate books, and ends with both Julia and Julie experiencing the joy of first authorship, modified by the inexorable pain dealt with along the journey.

This is so like our bi-weekly critique group commiserations about our latest rejection letters, or even worse – no word ATALL.  Yes, this last meeting, we celebrated our small but significant wins with champagne and Christmas treats.  But who is to say when WE will experience the joy of first authorship? Should we ignore these symbolic gestures and keep plugging away?

I, personally like to write more than I like to promote my own writing.  I also like what I write, which for me is  more important than criticisms or platitudes from a host of critics.  And although it is (relatively) cold outside, I enjoy gardening naked (in an organic sense) more than book promotion tours or interview circuits.  I like to stick with the basics – until it hurts.  Is this misguided?  Let me know if you think I am off track.  I promise to respect your input.

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