GUARD #1: Where'd you get the coconuts?
ARTHUR: We found them.
GUARD #1: Found them? In Mercea? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR: What do you mean?
GUARD #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
- from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Scene One
I'm still in the 30 in 30 bullpen, warming up my arm before I head out to the mound. Throwing coconuts, of course. This piece, "Tweetness" is the result of a full-on major malarkey episode and a brief desire to paint something folksy. Now that THAT'S out of my system, I can get back to serious business (maybe). There are no less than eleven supports in various stages of being painted on my studio floor. Everyone has to tip-toe to get through. Serves them right! They shouldn't be in here anyway.
Another scene (above) in which Arthur engages in a serious contemplation of what is obvious bull-hockey. And he even phrases his response in elegant prose. Which is what we have to do sometimes...take ourselves seriously, even if no one else does. In fact, especially when no one else does. Imagine if we dedicated ourselves with super seriousness to the thing we most wanted in the world (assuming of course, you know what that is). Anything could happen. Sometimes my husband asks me what I'm up to here - clacking away on my laptop with paint-smeared hands. "Expanding the vast realm of my art empire," I reply. "I am dreaming of world domination." He thinks I jest. I think not.
What is it you seek from your creative pursuits? What is it you want in your heart of hearts? What does your secret heart treasure? What if you could actually go get that? Let's form a tribe of people in pursuit of dreams. I'll provide the imaginary trusty steeds, you bring the snacks.