If it’s not fun, I’m not doing it.

If it’s not fun, I’m not doing it.

SWF Post_0349Does it undermine the post if I start by saying the title is obviously not true? I am still doing dishes, trying to keep my desk clear of excess clutter and being a parent. BUT…… regarding Sidewalk Face activities, I am challenging myself to not do anything unless I am psyched about it. No BIG GOALS. No shoulds or have to(s). It used to be like this so theoretically I already know how. It may be as simple as de-coupling my activities from an imaginary outcome. No more fantasizing that if I do x, y will happen. Now it’s just; how fun is it to do x?

Fun is the word I use in my own head but when I use fun around other people I am self conscious that it’s too frivilous. Putting stock in “fun” sounds immature. Kids are supposed to have fun but fun doesn’t pay the bills. Fun doesn’t get there on time. Fun doesn’t call your mother to check in. Fun sounds like the the wrong person to put in charge. So why do I want to do that anyway?

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Fun to me signals engagement. Engagement is important because if you are engaged in the activity you’re doing it. You might be doing it without enjoying it but seriously, how long will that last? You aren’t going to keep doing anything optional unless you enjoy it. So fun is enjoyment.

What’s enjoyment? It has an aspect that is felt in the moment and an aspect that is felt after the activity is over, a by-product. Both must be highly rated. You know how some movies are fun while you watch them but when you think about them later, they’re stupid and therefore you don’t feel that good about having seen them? Enjoyable in the moment but not after. And some things suck in the moment, like not eating as much cheese as you want, but feel great later. Very unenjoyable in the moment but satisfying the next day.

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The type of enjoyment I want to get back to, the fun I want to have, is the the kind that is fun in the moment and keeps growing and expanding when I reflect on it. I am specifically talking about being in the process of making art. Or more accurately, doing a creative activity. (I mean what is art? It’s hard enough to nail down this slippery word “fun”. I’ll deal with “art” later). When I am listening to music and drawing, it’s really fun. And when I look at my drawing over the course of the next week, because I have taped it on the wall, that’s also fun. It’s actually even more enjoyable to take so much time to “see” the work, to deeply notice and evaluate the composition, the colors, the choices. It creates anticipation for the next time, I gets me thinking of new things I want to try. It is a motor.  Fun is a motor.

Fun is what guarantees there is a next time. If you want a next time, fun beats the heck out of duty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is Fun?

What is Fun?

Fun is a word that does not garner respect. Sort of like cute. It seems secondary, something that’s okay to have if you have other things first. Fun as a value seems frivolous and self indulgent. Maybe because fun is ephemeral, hard to describe, hard to achieve, hard to re-create. Too unstable.

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I want to make a case that fun is very important. Much like salt, you don’t realize how important it is for everything until there is none. A potato chip really isn’t a potato chip without salt. It’s just a bland highly caloric crunchy thing. Without fun, everything is drudgery.

So what is fun? Fun is most often associated with leisure activities, like it’s fun to go to the beach, it’s fun to hang out with friends. Fun is a thing you get to do if you do everything else. I’m not thinking about fun that way.

To me fun is more an after effect than a description of the event. If, after an activity, I feel vitality, mojo, a sense of purpose then I would call it fun. Fun is the thing that if you have it you want more of it. So in the realm of art, if you had fun, you will do it again.

Most of my life that’s how it worked.

I made art.

It was fun.

I made more art.

Sometime in the recent past I slowly started to suck the joy out of my art with ambition. It didn’t seem dangerous at first. Art was so fun that it could easily withstand a little rigor, right?

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Find out more tomorrow in my post If It’s Not Fun, I’m Not Doing It!.

 

 

 

How to Make it Super Not Fun

How to Make it Super Not Fun

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Take something you love and put it in a cage. Tell it you will set it free when it solves Global Warming or reshoots the final season of GOT.

Wait six months. Wonder why it seems dead.

So I was doing Sidewalk Face for several years and getting pretty darn excited about the body of work I was creating. I was making multiple faces a day, I was posting to Instagram nearly every day and I was starting to have big hope and ideas about THE FUTURE. I was FANTASIZING about possible outcomes. That was actually super fun for a good bit of time. I was going like gang busters, making a website and listening to lots of marketing podcasts. Ask anyone who knows me, I wouldn’t shut up about marketing. Don’t you wish you had been there!

As sometimes happens, I walked right off a cliff. And no, I didn’t see the sign that said Grand Canyon National Park. I was too busy looking down.

It all just suddenly felt like a big hopeless chore. Marketing podcasts are great if you want to market stuff people actually buy like gizmos. But I am not making gizmos. I am making ephemeral faces out of crap because what else the hell are you supposed to do on your 7500th dog walk.

I got depressed. I posted less, I took less photos. I stopped seeing faces everywhere. I felt very concerned.

The one thing I know for sure is that art is my spiritual practice. Art is what gives me joy. I had to find my way back to a practice that was fun and not duty. It got me pondering what exactly fun is and why do I value it.

I am writing about that this week. Tune in tomorrow for my post called What is Fun?.