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| Postcard
from Paris
It has been a hot summer in New York City, even with air conditioning,
you could feel it sizzling in the streets and I dreaded going out. All
I wanted to do was escape. But where and what to I kept asking myself?
My husband was busy with a major court case, my youngest (finally going
off to college this fall) was in the Berkshires being a life guard at
his old camp, my friends were at their summer homes in the Hamptons or
visiting beaches in the Mediterranean. That just wasn't for meI
wanted to maybe take a workshop, learn something new, rediscover something,
maybe even reinvent myself. I was surfing the net for some workshops or
educational travel when I saw a site for the Creativity
Workshop writing, drawing, storytelling and personal memoir. It turned
out to be just the right thing. Before marriage and kids, Id always
loved writing stories. And somehow, along the way, I forgot how much I
enjoyed making imaginary worlds. I guess I just didnt have the time
with the children and my husband and so for twenty years creativity got
put away in some drawer with my scrapbooks and college memories. I decided
this hot exhausting New York summer to try to get back to my writing,
and to recapture my creative life, to go to Paris to the Creativity Workshop.
The Creativity Workshop is a unique I think because the teachers are more
interested in helping participants learn about their own unique creative
process than getting them to make an artistic product that follows the
teachers personal sensibilities. The teachers, writer Shelley Berc
and multimedia artist Alejandro Fogel have been teaching the workshop
for many years and Shelley is a professor at the renowned International
Writing Program at the University of Iowa. They teach their workshops
in Greece, Paris, Florence, and Barcelona (as well as in their school
in New York City) because they like to work with people outside of their
everyday environments--they say it helps them rediscover aspects of creativity
and play that are buried in their day-to-day lives. I couldnt agree
moremy time in Paris away from my country, husband, and kids made
me remember my dreams of being a writer.
During the six-day workshop, I spent three hours a day working with Shelley
and Alejandro on various writing and creativity inducing exercises. Then
they would send the group out into the streets of Paris to see the city
and do some little projects that would help us look at Paris from different
and exciting perspectives. They sent us to Cluny and had us searching
like detectives for a missing piece in the fantastic Lady and the Unicorn
tapestries. Then we had to write about this missing piece
and create a story as to what happened to it. Everyone shared their stories
over lunch in a near by brasserie (wonderful omelettes and salads!) which
ranged from romantic medieval quest tales to funny stories ala Inspector
Clouseau! Shelley told us after we did the assignment (she never tells
us anything much before because she says surprise is a key element in
creativity) that the most important thing about the missing piece exercise
isnt what we find but what we see. When we think something isnt
there, she continues, we look at a painting or an environment with greater
scrutiny and so we see the little details that might pass us by. Meantime,
I really got to see the Lady and the Unicorn tapestries. I sat in the
beautiful oval room that houses them and looked and wrote about them for
the required hour. Normally I would have just gone in, glanced at them
for a few reverential minutes and then felt compelled to do the rest of
the museum. But the Creativity Workshop and its exercises gave me the
permission (and the assignments) that made me concentrate on a few things
in Paris and really get to know them rather than trying to stuff in a
thousand wonders and not see any of them.
The next day Shelley and Alejandro held class in the Jardin des Plantes
and we did fantastic exercises using our senses of smell and touch among
trees and plants gathered from around the world. Then we created diorama
boxes out of the natural objects (rocks, leaves, tree bark, bird feathers)
for which we made up stories and shared with our fellow workshoppers.
All it took was a shoe box, some stuff off the ground, and our imaginations
in which we gaining more and more confidence. We had a great group of
peopleteachers, writers, a computer expert, a dancer, and businessmen
from the US, Paraguay, Hong Kong, Italy and Irelandall eager to
learn and experience their creative process through writing, drawing,
and story telling of personal memoirs. In the Jardin des Plantes, there
is a superb 19th century natural history museum which has been recently
restored. Architecturally it looks like it is straight of out Charles
Darwins time but when you get inside, the antique cabinets and old
stuffed elephants are interspersed with hi tech displays, videos, and
computers. I spent the rest of the afternoon there going through the vast
four storied metal grilled and glass roofed building learning about evolution
from the sea to man going into outer space. And of course, the museum
like most museums in Paris had a wonderful café and of course I
sat down in it and did the required daily writing that Shelley and Alejandro
insist is the needed exercise for the muscles of creativity.
The exercises for the Creativity workshop were stimulating tools that
I will be able to use throughout my life. As a group, we went to see the
collection of illuminated manuscripts at the Louvre and then proceeded
to make our own illuminated book of daysa chronicle of our week
in Paris that combined language and art. Im personally a terrible
artist but the point of the creativity workshop isnt to be a great
artist but to let yourself explore making images and playing with colors
along with writing. We investigated old maps and globes at the Musee Carnavalet
and then we made our own life journey mapstwelve foot scrolls of
writing, drawing, and storytelling on the floor of the workshop studio.
Also in this fantastically eclectic museum, we explored sense memory munching
on madelines (to the chagrin of the guard) in Prousts corklined
bedroom where he wrote Remembrances of Things past which was brought to
the museum piece by piece after the famous authors death. We did
a lot of collaborative exercises and really got to know the other participants
very well. I am sure many will remain friends to share writing and ideas
withthanks to the Internet. It was a wonderful week reconnecting
to my writing, my sources of inspiration, and learning about things that
stimulate me to create. There were these wonderful daily classes and then
all the museums, boulevards, and restaurants of Paris to keep me wandering
and wondering the rest of each magical day. The last day of class, our
teachers had us write a letter to ourselves to be opened in a month. In
it we wrote what we had experienced that week in and out of class that
helped us in our creative expressionthe things we learned that we
would not want to lose or forget.
I will open this letter next month and I am sure I will smile and all
the memories and wonders of a writing week in Paris will return to me
and I will go to my own café and my New York museums and try to
sustain what I learned in the Creativity Workshop in Paris which is so
alive and vibrant in me now.
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