The world is obsessed with collecting images now. Thanks to social media sites as Tumblr and Pinterest, pretty and aesthetically-provocative-turned stock photos of subjects from sunsets to sparkler spelling and (of course) your best looking food have gone viral, and now it’s become one of the most basic ways to getting to know someone via their favorite trends and reblogs of such things. Especially for writing, I love using images to inspire me; it’s not just a concept born from the web, but it’s grown alongside it. The first time I ever really started writing was through exercises in my high school English class, sophomore year. It was a daily exercise of renowned paintings that started basic Q and A of what the various subjects were doing, then why. And then why again, and so forth. Not only did I enjoy this critical thinking exercise, but it definitely helped me realize that taking the English Degree path was more than obvious for me.
So now I’ll begin this whole fixation again with passing little images, soft-toned ephemera or brilliantly bright celebratory cards to announce a graduation or your pride in the card recipient being your Mom or looking good for turning 30. Greeting cards are a strange phenomenon, disposable yet so meaningful and heartfelt in those few seconds they’re being read. For the majority of people I can only guess these cards get recycled, and to some whatever you’ve written, or perhaps the card’s image, was so moving or beautiful that it remains tacked to your wall or kept in a drawer for feeling bad about thinking of throwing it away in the first place. Then there’s me, who just likes collecting these items for a whole new potential.
Each card I now collect is a whole opportunity to keep the writing flow active. With each image I let it motivate me to write a brief story or work or prose that relates to that card, message or picture. I highly recommend such an activity because 1. You surround yourself with lovely images that keep you feeling wonderful, 2. The only two constraints, the image itself AND the amount of space allotted inside the card or postcard, really give a challenge, and 3. You’ll be surprised, and satisfied, with what you end up with giving the constraints. It can be any card that moves you, everyone is different. You can practically guess what sort of pictures I am drawn to by the photo above!
And here is my first “fictionery” I’ll start with this series:
“Two Angels” by Giovanni Battista Cipriani postcard. It was found for 75 cents at Bibliohead Bookstore in Hayes Valley, San Francisco.
Their friendship had sparked from the First Day wonder and created for the infinite.
These two loving protectors protect in each other, shared admiration of the sky’s light and the silk palor of their youthful faces. Together they blush at the sublime creations of their Father, scathing mountains and treading across emerald waters as they use “Hide and Seek” to familiarize with the New World. In a tired few hours he s exalted, cheeks like peaches as their redness follow his panting. She’s won this round, but here! At the foot of the glowing garden she bends over and watches something past the palms and ivory roses.
“Something new!” She exclaims. He flies to her feet and hovers low to witness for himself.
Excitedly they gaze into the grey lakes of their soft eyes and laugh a little. The curious couple linger, look, and muse at the prospects of these wingless, lanky playmates they had never seen before.
“What a thoughtful Father,” She whispers.