Romancing The Stone

Harper 2012/08/12 5
Romancing The Stone

Talking with other artists and a musicians, we’ve all felt  joy  in the moment of creating something. We feel it when we present or share our muse with others. It’s a love affair with the outpouring of our soul. It glows brightly from within. And for some as it pours forth and is recognizable by others, our pleasure increases. 

In the making of Art, Music, Theatre or Dance is the concept of Romance. For the artist, romance is experienced in the act of creation. A potter finds it in Zen like moments at a wheel. The glass blower feels it in the heat of the furnace, the metalsmythe in the rhythm of the hammer. The actor gets lost in the romance of a character.

And when we don’t feel it there’s a void …so we search…or revisit those memories…much like many of the readers of

So rare and wonderful, this concept of creating art as an act of romance, that experiencing it deserves recognition, a place of honor. It is a monumental event to be written in stone.

The creative process is an experience to be cherished and perhaps when shared,  the romance is enhanced.

 On these pages, I invite you to share your experience. What do you love about making music, creating a work of art? I am exploring the relationship, the “love affair” that artists and musicians have with their creating, exhibiting and performing for a series of articles I am developing for this blog. I am looking for short tales and stories from artists and musicians about their feelings and emotions regarding the creative spirit.

Re-Romance Now!


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  1. Harper 2012/12/03 at 3:30 pm - Reply

    In celbration of the creative soul, you are invited to share your thoughts and links to exploring romance in the arts.

  2. Harper 2012/12/03 at 3:58 pm - Reply

    As Shared by Bruce McLelland, a talented musician from Evergreen, CO. Thoughts on a music makers romance with his tunes

    It is found in…

    The euphoric and transcendant moments where it is suddenly effortless and you can play without thinking…cliche…but when the music plays the band instead of the other way around.

  3. Tom Chapman 2012/12/04 at 8:26 am - Reply

    I love it when I Produce an album and end up with the songs being beyond what I had envisioned, thanks to the Great Musicians I work with who take the music/song to a new level that I had not seen when I wrote the song! The Magic of Music!!!! : )

  4. Harper 2012/12/11 at 5:32 pm - Reply

    What is Romance?

    There was a time, not that long ago when romance was a way of life. At its core was the pursuit of a passion, about finding and fulfilling a dream. Romance was a mood, woven into our connection with our known universe and the feelings that reached deep in our soul.
    Romance as a concept is easily corrupted. It has become a term that one equates to the game of dating, the quest for sex and the nature of couples. It is used to describe genres of literature, categories of fiction. And yes, those things are discussed on this site. But they are here as an introduction to something much deeper, a concept of romance that I hope to reignite.
    How do you define Romance? What you write might spark the desire or fan the flame of another, someone looking to experience romance or pursue a passion.
    Invite others to Re-romance Now! …Harper

  5. Stefan Vucak 2012/12/12 at 3:11 pm - Reply

    The Romance of Writing

    Bright sunshine has flooded the landscape with light and shifting shadows as the wind whips branches into restless frenzy. A thin tendril of steam is rising from my cup of coffee and I gaze at it momentarily, captivated by the patterns it makes. I am staring at the computer screen, at the paragraphs running into each other, making no sense as I search for inspiration. No, that’s not quite right. I am driven by inspiration to pour out the words clamoring to get out, my characters screaming at me to write down what they have to say. I just don’t hear them, my mind wandering as I look out the window at the shadows, the light and the patterns they make. There is an avalanche of ideas waiting to be unleashed, but I have stumbled into a pothole and I am too weary to drag myself out. I take a sip of coffee, taking in the aroma and the satisfying taste, and sigh as I stare at the words across the screen…

    It’s strange, but I always wanted to write. Ever since as a kid when I stumbled across an illustrated book of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, I was hooked. A whole new universe was opened for me, one I never knew existed, one far beyond the narrow confines of my childhood pursuits and shallow games. When I discovered a library not far from the primary school, I gladly plunged into that universe. Of course, reading led me to think that I could also create a universe of my own, something others could share and hopefully enjoy. It didn’t look all that hard. After all, it was simply putting down words on paper. Although the drive to write never left me, it was some years later that I could unleash that part of me and allow my imagination full flight. But like Pandora, I unleashed a part of me that ever since has given me moments of intense pleasure, soul-wrenching frustration and disappointment.

    Part of the frustration was mastering the mechanical craft of writing, learning how to write good dialogue, not allowing myself to get swept up in flowery prose, how to plot, research…a raft of skills a writer needs in order to produce something good. And I am still learning. But why put myself through all that pain, accumulating a stack of rejection slips along the way, harboring murdering thoughts at authors whose crappy books are on the stands while stuff I produced cannot make it? Why put up with lonely hours cooped up in my study, bent over my notebook or pounding away at the keyboard, enduring cramped muscles, mental blocks, endless hours of tedious editing, simply to turn out that novel? Why do I write?

    The answer is simple as it is complex. I am driven to write. It is a fire that burns within me and one I cannot quench. I tried to once or twice, but that urge to write, to create, never let go, could not be extinguished. It’s a curse and it is also a gift. Once I recognized that I could not change what I was, I accepted my fate and allowed myself to soar. All the frustration and tedious work, the attention to detail and the rewriting, it fades into insignificance when I look at the rewards of my creativity. When the words flow and I can hardly keep up with them, when my characters live and laugh and cry with me, and come alive on paper, when it all clicks and my spirit cries like an eagle high in the sky, the buzz of pure creation can be giddying and addictive. And it is addictive, far better than any smoky weed or pill.

    I write primarily because I must and because I want to share with others the joy of my creations. Once that book is done, the moment of accomplishment passes, but there is always a sense of power, knowing I have left something behind that is lasting. The doubts about getting published, having the thing sell, marketing, all those things will weigh on me later. But even if one person reads what I have produced, I am satisfied, although I am egotistical enough to want as many readers as possible. Then there is a period when I must recharge and get ready for another book, more frustration, more loneliness, more tedium. Sometimes I really wonder why I put myself through all this.

    I’m driven and I’m cursed and I must write. The passion and the drive that keeps pushing me is relentless and won’t give me peace. But I have ceased fighting the current and have accepted my destiny, because there is nothing more fulfilling in life.

    I take another sip of coffee, now gone cool, flex my fingers and smile at the keyboard. I have come for you, I tell my characters…

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