Videos!

And now for some video documentation of this past week. Enjoy!

Week 1, Friday Ceremony

Broadside-induced mayhem in the workshop.

Week 1 closed with the traditional 'bag' ceremony and an exhibition of student work. Friday morning was dedicated to preparing for the afternoon show. Students were so passionate about their broadsides (physical, stylized celebrations of their own penned words) that we had to force them to leave the workshop space to eat lunch. The ceremony was the perfect culmination of an inspired week!

Week 1 Departures - We'll Miss You!

Unfortunately, a few of our wonderful artists won't be with us this coming week. Here they are with their broadsides. Thanks for a wonderful week!

prompt: Cindy's concrete sidewalk repair, 2008

there it lay, deprived of it ability to think, act, love, feel. it lay hidden, unexposed world and left with its used to be life and memories of the unkempt reality of man. A Cindy's Concrete Sidewalk Repair, 2008 stamp marked the spot of were the remains of Susie Jannsen lay. A victim of a premature demise and intense cruelty. 

the white cat sat on the edge of a small rock wall, infested with moss and ferns. it licked its paw gradually. he sat there dominantly as if guarding something, or as if waiting for something to be found.

-antonina dunn

This Week

Writer's Words

A few quotes from today's morning workshop:

"Sometimes my stupid ideas are my best."
~Ashton

"Bad characters seem more real."
~Keegan

Thursday - Some Reflections

I hope everyone enjoyed Rusty's talk today as much as I did. She began by discussing the root of the creative process, the inspiration source of our penned pages. One idea that especially appealed to me, borrowed from the philosopher Giorgio Agamben (who was borrowing from the ancient Greeks), is that the creative act (writing) is, in one sense at least, the "unveiling" or illuminating of a pre-existing nugget of personal experience or insight by the conscious mind from the subterranean archives of the subconscious. William Stafford, a favorite poet, agreed, saying that our creative process is more about mining and melding the buried bounty within each of us than some glorified physical, outward act of genius. I agree with Stafford and Rusty, and think that we produce our most vivid writing when its fuel is our personal experience. Reading, I think, is about (and I'll paraphrase the wonderful musical and film The History Boys here) "those moments when you come across something — a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things — that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours." A writer best encourages this transcendent experience through infusing his (or her) writing with the deeply personal, which he (or she) knows best (one would hope).

-Alex The Intern (I don't always go by this title, but in this case . . .)