The Written Word As Art

Recently I have used more often the written word as art rather than drawing. I love drawing , I have done it all my life and I love working over a white surface with whatever I have handy to work immediately with. I'm very spontaneous , I like working in the moment as so often the moment seems to catch me and snatch me up. I sometimes struggle with this being taken hostage so to speak by the muse of whatever art is out there that decides to use me as it's vessel to transport/ create/ actualize/visualize whatever it has on it's agenda at the moment. I try and remember, I try and think of things not to forget.
That does not work. I do forget so now more often than not I succumb to the will of whatever art genie is out there calling/whispering/teasing/baiting/pulling me hard. I stop what I am doing and I start writing or drawing whatever it is. I get more, so much more out of this approach. It leads me on. It's like going down a new and undiscovered path.
I begin to pull things together and my art expression begins to flow sometimes easily and naturally and other times as if I have the weight of all art expression on my lone shoulders. That sounds conceited, sorry. I do usually work alone in creating my art. There is no other person there helping me. I know that in many art forms it helps to work together : music, theater, etcetera. I often wonder why I don't work in a team? Am I too demanding, too difficult, too unwilling to share the stage with another ? It's probably some of all of that and perhaps my art has and will continue to suffer as a result.
I'm in a period of change and enjoying doing as many things as I can with a new perspective and attitude. I want to be successful at what I do. I want at the end of the day to be happy that I went as successfully down whatever path as possible. That will be my reward. So earlier I wrote two poems which I will include later in my next blog. For now let it suffice that I am working well, feeling well as I am harnessed and fitted and as whatever art expression passes through me and onto paper. That's a great feeling. Who can say what the value of the resulting product on white paper is? I don't know or especially care because it is the " doing " of it that saves my humble, sorry, enthusiastic ass each and every time and gives it such a good feeling that I am hooking perhaps into Nature and life and all things wild and curious and wanting to be and stay alive. Cheers. TONY
P.S. I am not worried, the drawings and sketches will soon follow. Soon it will be their time. For now it's clearly the written word for me as I roll it over, look inside, dissect it, chop and piece it together in what I hope are valuable and original ways. Time will tell.