As you may or may not know, I am in the throws of writing, Kickstarting, and building a website where I will publish a serial novel by the name of, "The Nobleman."
If you were to ask me what the novel is about, I would say it is a murder mystery and crime thriller that is heavy on drama. It is a murder mystery, and it is a crime thriller, but it is a thoughtful commentary on human nature at the same time. What it becomes at that point is just ... "The Nobleman."
How did I come to write this story? Like most of the stories I come up with, it started out as simple as a one sentence idea. Then, it grew to two sentences, then I started to write an outline. As I wrote the outline, the story began to take form, and things that I saw, heard, remembered, and had seen soon influenced it. My world views became involved. I stepped outside of the writing styles I'd worked with before, and allowed the pictures on the big screen of my mind to find words. Also, I stared at paintings like the one in this post.
I am not a visual artist. I think, I would call myself a cerebral artist, with only one well-functioning filter. My art comes out in words. But here is where paintings like the one in this post relate to my writing. I could write a thousand words about this painting, no problem. Included would be ideas of helplessness, determination, transience, salvation, false assurance, how water is a source of life and death, and on, and on, and ... you get the idea.
A picture is worth a thousand words. But, while again, I acknowledge that I am not a visual artist, I am guessing, that in much the same way, a thousand words is worth a picture. Herein lay the reason we need visual arts, and writing, and why they go well together.
In fact, I'll go another twelve inches out on my existential branch to say: the more we partake of both visual arts and writing, and allow them to interact and build each other up, the more alive we will be.
Just a few thoughts while my two-year old daughter mangles her eggs and toast on a Saturday morning.