WhichremindsmethatSara's bookYouAreanArtist, comesout a weekfromtoday.
Thefinishedcopiesjustarrived, anditissuch a beautifulbook.
I amsoexcited.
Sarahis a wondrouslyunsentimentalperson, unlikeherhusband, andso I hopeshewillforgivemethis.
Butwhen I metSarah 17 yearsago, shewasworkingat a gallery, andeventhenshehad a specialbrillianceforwritingin a waythatwassimultaneouslyaccessibleandintellectuallyrigorous, whichisreallyhard.
Andfor a yearbeforewestarteddating, wewroteeachother e mailslikehundredsofpagesofemailsabouthowandwhyartcanmatteraboutthebookswereadandthemovieswesawaboutwhathappenedtousthatdayandhowwefeltaboutit.
Wehavemanybooksthatareimportanttous, butbyfarthemostimportantbookinourlibraryisthisbookthatSarahmadeformethatcontainsallofthose e mails, and I rememberbeingawedbyhowSarahcouldfindlanguagefordeeplyabstractandcomplexexperiences.
Andtobehonest, I'm still a littleawedbyit.
Inthosedays, I wasrevisingthenovelthatwouldbecomelookingforAlaska, and I remembersayingtoSarahoncethat I wastryingtobe a writerorthat I'd liketobe a writerorsomething, andshesaid, Well, you'rewritingSoyou're a writerAndthatideaiscentraltothebookserahaswrittenalltheseyearslaterbecausethetruthisartmakingisnotoptionalforhumans, andit's notreservedonlyforcertainkindsofhumans.
Itshowswhereartistsreallygettheirideas, whichisnotfromonhighbutfromregularlife a kidbringshome a paperweedingfromkindergarten, andtheartiststhinksthat's interesting.
Bytheway, Alison I madethatonetogetheroranartistisjournalingandrealizesthere's notreallythatmuchdifferencebetweenwritinglinesanddrawingthem.