I had a conversation earlier today with the amazingly talented and gifted poet Dionne Cherie and in it, she described my work as “truly exquisite, sophisticated, intricate and descriptive.” I should have her do all my press, right? Anyway, I’ve been thinking of putting together an artist’s statement regarding my work and her description is certainly something I’d very much like to live up to and as such, I’m thinking of just adopting it outright as my goal: to produce work that is truly exquisite, sophisticated, intricate and descriptive.
I looked up the definitions of those words and here they are:
marked by flawless craftsmanship or by beautiful, ingenious, delicate, or elaborate execution
marked by nice discrimination, deep sensitivity, or subtle understanding
finely done or made: very beautiful or delicate
very sensitive or fine
extreme or intense
having or showing a lot of experience and knowledge about the world and about culture, art, literature, etc.
highly developed and complex
having many complexly interrelating parts or elements
giving information about how something or someone looks, sounds, etc. : using words to describe what something or someone is like
So one problem has been neatly solved for me; I’ve got an artist’s statement.
But now a new problem presents itself. I don’t know what I should be writing. I mean, the last two big stories I wrote were pulp (I almost wrote ‘just pulp’). I don’t know. It feels like I should be more ambitious. I mean, producing work that’s “truly exquisite, sophisticated, intricate and descriptive” and I’m basically cribbing 1930’s pulp fiction – it just feels like I should be doing more. Stretching my abilities, trying to do things I haven’t done before. I just don’t know what.
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