A Creative Source Story….
I am sixteen. I sit on the beige 1970s oval rug in the family room, with my sister and my best friend. We are surrounded by pencils, paper, Perkins Paste,scissors and magazines such as POL.
POL is supercool, stylish. I dream of living among its pages; of being tall, slender, popular, with a floppy crocheted hat.
We cut the title from its glossy cover page.
With the substitution of a mere letter, we invent… POG.
We design, laugh, arrange, laugh, cut, laugh, paste, laugh, rearrange. Oh. And laugh.
We don’t know it, but
we are engaging in ‘lila’(Sanskrit), or the art of divine play. We are actively, creatively, trying to make sense of our 1970s teenage world. We are taking what is offered and digesting it, processing it, re-presenting it in a new configuration.
‘POG!’, we yell at one another, causing explosive giggles. All we need to do to induce laughter, well into our 20s, 30s and beyond, is say ‘POG’.
Fast forward to now. What am I doing? Creating, writing, arting, snipping, tucking, rearranging, editing, designing, reconfiguring. Not so much laughing, but I’m having a ball making a BLOG.
From POG to BLOG in forty years.