One would think, with the gift of eternal beauty that compensates somewhat for the challenges of blood lust, that our girl, Lolita, devoted Composer of Music for Art, would be prancing around town with a different suitor every night of the week. Party on, Lolita! Right?
Well – actually no. Fact is our Girl works night crews for income. Days are spent (when she is not sleeping) in darkened studio, toiling at her composition and writing. Lizard King, who has not been able to hook up with his Girl for too long, has been calling her out lately on this rather brutal schedule. Despite a spontaneity that can border on attention deficit disorder, we have to give Lizard King some credit for the good balance he establishes in his life. Lizard King feels the moment, lives the moment, with intensity. Those moments may last for hours, or for seconds. There is neither plan nor schedule. Of course most of us cannot get by living on insects and sleeping in a cold cave, so a bit of scheduling to the daily grind is indicated to provide for the basic needs. Nevertheless, Lizard’s style is instructive.
Artistic expression, be it in painting, music, dance, involves tension and release. Even in a portrait painting, with its single subject and general lack of background, an aspect of the subject is emphasized – a facial expression, an action. Other aspects are secondary. This is tension and release. In music, a theme may build in volume and complexity. We reach a peak and then back off somewhat. A gentler passage allows us to process the intensity, to regroup.
How can we achieve this fine balance of tension and release in our creative work, Lizard King argues, if our personal lives are structured only around tension? If we are constantly driven, constantly pushing to produce more, to read more, to exercise more and harder, we give ourselves no experience and wisdom in the experience of release, of relaxation. What is our point of reference then, for this aspect in our creative work?
Lizard could not see over the phone of course, but the eyes of his beloved Vampiress had moistened somewhat. At any rate, she suggested a drink tonight.