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Shipping

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday February 28, 2010

I just saw a video by Seth Godin about shipping.
He mentions something I never realized.
I always thought that being an artist is about making beautiful and interesting drawings. But not according to Seth.
Seth Godin says that any business is about shipping.

And of course he is right.
In the Christmas holiday I started a very complicated drawing that probably will be very beautiful if I ever get it finished.
But like with most complicated drawings that I do. It takes a lot of time to complete and the middle part isn’t very interesting to do.
I haven’t done much drawing the last few months, so I’m still only about one third the way of completing the drawing.

Thinking about this shipping idea I realized that there is a better way to drawing. It would work much better if I draw a lot of these easy, quick drawings. And when I feel like it I’ll intermix them with working on the more complex drawings.

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My defining traits

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday October 18, 2009

I came across a post by Steve Pavlina about this guy who has a site about deprogramming limiting beliefs in about 20 minutes.
Normally I wouldn’t have given much stock to somebody with such a claim. But coming from Steve Pavlina there must be something to it. So I went to have a look.

In his first video he talks about his defining trait. Perseverance. His ability to overcome all sorts of obstacles.
He found that the problem with perseverance was that he needed obstacles to show his perseverance. So he was always looking for them.

That made me think about my defining trait.
I’m very intelligent. I can solve every problem that you through at me. And people through a lot of problems to me. Actually I spend my life solving problems.
Only thing is that when I looked a little closer it turns out that a lot of the problems I think about aren’t really my problems.

Looking even closer I found that I don’t actually solve anything. I only explain problems. Then a fantasize about telling people about my solution and then I move on to the next problem.
That’s why this website is much more about what I want to do and what I’m thinking about then about what I’m actually doing.

In the next video Morty Lefkoe examines the history of your beliefs and has you thinking back about what it was that people actually said that gave you this belief and whether your interpretation of what they said was correct.
So what did people say?
My parents, teachers and counselor at my boardinghouse all gave me the impression that there must be something special about me that was the cause of the fact that I couldn’t do certain things. The only thing was that they didn’t belief me. They made me feel that if I could only explain the difference they would belief me.

At least that was my interpretation back then.
But thinking about it a bit more I remember a teacher who told me that I could do things my own way but he wouldn´t not help me because he didn´t understand what I was doing.

I´ve always been very strong willed and prone to do things my own way. Partly out of necessity. Being autistic and gay there are some things I can´t do the way you do them. But also out of fun. What is the fun in doing things the same way everybody else does them?
So of course I’ve been criticized a lot. But not by ill willed people trying the spite me but by helpful people who just didn’t understand what I was doing.

I think it’s only in the last ten years or so that I learned to belief that explaining a problem is the same as solving it.
I’m not yet quite sure how I got this belief but I’m glad I disproved it. Because it frees up a lot of energy I can use to do a lot of things I’ve been planning for ages but never got around to.

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Here and now

by Henk ter Heide on Wednesday October 14, 2009

Sometimes it helps to look at something from a different perspective.

For the last 30 odd years I’ve been trying to get rid of my (at times) very annoying habit of talking to myself.
Not only by will power but also by trying to figure out why I did it and what the purpose might be.
At times I succeeded to not talk to my self for a few hours. But it always came back.

A few weeks ago my manager called me stubborn behind my back. Very loudly behind my back.
I didn’t mined that much because being called stubborn is only one mans judgment.
Being strong willed and being stubborn is actually the same thing. Both means that you have the power to overcome obstacles you find on your way. In the case of stubborn the person setting those obstacles will call you stubborn. (Usually because he doesn’t agree with the way you live your life.)

But thinking about it a little longer I realized that there is a difference in being strong willed and being stubborn. But the difference isn’t in your actions but in the way you present yourself.
A strong willed person will be very calm and composed. Where as a stubborn person is loud and argumentative.

I act stubborn. And I do that because I always are afraid because of all those people criticizing me.
That is.
When I thought about it I realized that there is actually nobody criticizing me. Except in my mind.

A few days ago I realized that I am constantly imagining people who are criticizing me. And I’m constantly defending myself from those imaginable people.
All those imaginable people who are criticizing me frighten me a lot. So why would I do that?

This morning I finally figured it out.
Because of my visual thinking process I can imagine myself somewhere else then I’m right now. That other place feels very real. Actually far more real then the place where I am right now.

So for instance, at the moment bicycling is fairly frightening because of the fact that I fell and broke my hip last year. At the moment I’m again learning how to keep balance.
When I cycling to work I feel very scared. So I imagine that I’m in the office of my manager being chewed out for something I did wrong.
That feels so real that I don’t feel the fear from cycling anymore.
But of course I have to imagine something my manager could be angry about and get frightened of that imaginary problem.
In the end that gets me more frightened that just concentrating on cycling.

So you might ask why did I ever learn a trick that made me more frightened then I would have been just going about my way.
And the answer is that I didn’t.
Originally I would imagine someplace nice I could visit if I wanted to flee reality. That worked perfectly for years. It only had one big drawback namely that it was very distracting.
I remember days passing without me. At 10 AM I would flee reality and next it would be 11 PM and apparently I just sat there for hours on end.

So about 20 years ago I tried to loose that habit but because I didn’t understand why I did it I only replaced it by an other habit that wasn’t as distracting but far more annoying.

So now I know.

This morning I realized that I should concentrate on reality. On living in the here and the now.
Today, for the first time in my life, I had a day without talking to myself and without fleeing reality.
It felt both very nice and as though I was doing some very heavy lifting.

Clearly this isn’t something that will just go on it’s own. I’ll have to fight for it.
But since it’s also clear that fleeing reality causes more fear then it curbs. And not fleeing reality actually helps against the anxiety attics I’m optimistic.

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Self doubt

by Henk ter Heide on Tuesday August 4, 2009

I made a few more color mixing test sheets. And threw them out.
This isn’t working.

For one thing because it’s boring. Both to look at as to make them. Also it makes me feel like I’m going back to school. With all the pencil numbers I have to study to figure out how to combine colors.
But most of all because I still feel a lot of self doubt. I still don’t know what it is I’m going to draw when I start mixing colors.

But the more I think about it the more I come to the conclusion that having self doubt might be the point of doing these kinds of drawings.
When I do a drawing where I can more or less predict what it is going to be, I always get bored. And it never results in something I really like.
Which is not to say that I always like the result if I can’t predict the result. But sometimes I do.

Having a lot of self doubt is a fairly sure sign that I’m treading on uncharted country.
It might not be a nice feeling but it is the right way to go!

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10,000 hours

by Henk ter Heide on Tuesday December 9, 2008

Two weeks ago I almost stopped drawing.

After trying to draw trees, landscapes, faces abstracts and using the teachings from two book it was more then clear that I don’t have any drawing talent what so ever.
It was also clear that I had to go through far more trouble then I planned when I started this blog. I just wanted a place were I could show the pictures in my mind in the same way as that other people show there holiday snapshots. They don’t have to take a course to learn to use there camera so why would I get so much trouble trying to do the same.

That was the point I reached two weeks ago when my involuntary holiday started.
Almost at ones I started noticing a few things. The talking in my head stopped without there being a clear reason why. I found that the more I thought in pictures the less the pain bothered me. (Which was a good thing because the pain medication didn’t work very good.) And I noticed that the moment I started thinking in pictures, I again felt the need to draw them.

At this moment I actually feel the need to spent far more time drawing then I’ve ever done.
It took me a while to figure out why.

A few weeks ago I came across an article about a book in which Malcolm Gladwell argues that there isn’t such a thing as talent.
From extensive testing scientists have found that there is a correlation between the number of hours that people have practiced a skill and there level of expertise. Or more specific that anyone can get to be an expert in any skill if he is willing to practice for 10,000 hours.

But that’s also the catch. 10,000 hours is a very large amount of time. To reach it you’d have to practice 7 hours a week for the next 10 years. Or 14 hours a week for the next 5 years.
For me it answers an other question that I’ve been asking myself for years: Why is it that experts always love what they do? Is that because they are very good in what they are doing?
No it isn’t. They are experts because they love what they do.

Start playing the piano when you’re ten. Practice two or three hours a week and by the time you’re 30 you will be very good. But nobody will think of you as talented because you’ve been doing it for 20 years.
But if you’re the kind of guy for whom drawing is the reason to get out of bed in the morning. The kind of guy who fails his tests because he was busy drawing and didn’t pay attention. It could very well be that by the time you drop out of school at your 15th or 16th you are considered a talented painter (or tattoo artist).

But why is it important for me to know this? Well I have two kinds of pictures in my mind.
A large part of the pictures in my mind are based on what I see of the part of the world in which I travel on a daily bases. Those pictures feel like snap shots and I need an easy way to show them.
Although it took a while I have found an easy way to show them by showing work by other artist. The world in which they live doesn’t differ that much from mine that I can’t use them to show my world. (Or actually if they do I don’t show them.)

Then there are the pictures of my own thoughts. Those pictures are far more complicated and I never expected to just show those pictures. It’s clear that showing my thought would be far more complicated.
The more complicated pictures take far more time to draw.
Until now I hardly ever drew them because I felt that they would come in the way of learning the easy tricks needed to show my snap shots. But now I know that isn’t true.
By taking more time to draw more complicated drawing I’m learning far more. Which means that I can draw ever more complicated thought.

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Accepting comments selectively

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday October 26, 2008

Dealing with anger by selectively listening to comments.

The series about what I learn in cognitive behavior therapy consist of the following parts:

  1. Cognitive behavior therapy
  2. Strong anonymous feelings
  3. 751
  4. Feelings scared
  5. Accepting comments selectively
  6. Mad as Hell

One of the assignment of CBT two weeks ago was to find the psychical sensations associated with feeling angry.
Seeing as how easy it was to find the psychical sensation associated with feeling fear I didn’t expect that to be very hard. But it turned out to be impossible.
Although I’ve been angry several times in the last two weeks I never noticed that I was angry until the anger passed. So I did notice that being angry causes you to raise your voice. And I noticed that I have trouble expressing myself when I’m angry. I kind of loose the ability to talk.
But I don’t know how it feels.

Talking about this with the psychiatrist, he suggested to investigate whether I have some thought or feeling just before I get angry. So if I can’t recognize my anger by the psychical sensation I might at least be able to recognize it by the thoughts I have just before.

That assignment turned out to be far more easier then I expected. You would think that if you aren’t aware of your feeling of anger you wouldn’t know what happens just before you get angry. But that turned out to be obvious.

I’m always commenting on myself. Or actually I’m always imaging people commenting on me.
Turns out that when I imagine someone talking me down, I feel scared. When I imagine someone giving me a comment in which he tells me that he didn’t listen to something I had to say, I feel anger.

After I found that, I figured I should go to the next level. Knowing what scares and angers me, I should be able to avoid getting those feelings altogether.
But I’ve tried for years to stop myself from imagining people who are commenting on me. I’ve never succeeded and I really don’t know how I could. Further more the comments I imagine that people are giving me are based on comments I really get from people. They frighten and anger me just as much when I get them for real as when I imagine it happening.

Thinking about something a Steve Pavlina says somewhere in his blog: You can decide for yourself which comments have meaning for you and which don’t.
Sometimes people are only commenting because it’s easier for them to let you do the work then to do the work themselfs.

I decided to only accept two kinds of comments:

  • Comments about things I can actually change.
  • Comments about things that are my responsibility.
    • This is the point I reached last wednesday. After living with these rules for two days it seemed as though all my problems were solved.

      I came across several situation where my feelings about myself improved significantly after using these rules. Some of those situations only existed in my imagination while others were actually happening.
      The most important one was when I told my father that I had found out that something I used to fight about with my mother really wasn’t my fault. Most autistics have this problem.
      But he didn’t believe me!
      That horrified me until I realized that it really didn’t matter anymore. This isn’t something I can change, whether he believes me or not. It’s not my responsibility to decide what he believes. And last but not least I been living on own for the better part of 30 years so he can’t really hurt me.

      I really expected that this would be the end of my problems. That I would stop talking to myself and start drawing and writing art reviews again.
      But it didn’t. The talking to myself has actually gotten worse. I can’t find the energy to draw and to write reviews. (Although I will be publishing the blog carnival next wednesday.)
      But the anger and the fear are gone!
      I just have to figure out what’s next.

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Strong anonymous feelings

by Henk ter Heide on Wednesday October 1, 2008

Realizing how I deal with feelings that I don’t recognize.

The series about what I learn in cognitive behavior therapy consist of the following parts:

  1. Cognitive behavior therapy
  2. Strong anonymous feelings
  3. 751
  4. Feeling scared
  5. Accepting comments selectively
  6. Mad as Hell

Some times I feel

  • a kind of tingling white noise going through my body. It’s actually quite a nice feeling but I don’t know by what it is caused. Which makes it impossible to summon it.
  • a cold wind blowing through my body. The kind of feeling that wants me to turn on the heating. But then I look at my thermometer and find that it’s 24° C in my room. It’s a horrible feeling but since I don’t know what causes it I don’t know how to avoid it.
  • talkative. I shouldn’t list talking to myself as a feeling. But it is kind of a feeling. A very annoying feeling at that. It tenses me up and it paralyzes me. It makes it impossible to do the work I would like to do.
  • anger.
  • a collection of psychical sensation of which I’ve learned that it means that I’m scared. But I don’t always realize the meaning of those sensations.

I never feel sadness but I do know that when tears run from your eyes you are supposed to be sad. Or it must be the kind of orange tension I feeling when I’m crying. But I don’t think so.

At this weeks session of CBT we set the target for the therapy and talked about recognizing emotions.

Although I’ve been in therapy before this was the first time I actually got to set the goal. Which is nice because it gives my control over the therapy.
Two of the 6 therapies I had in the last 25 years had a clear cut goal that wasn’t reached. But still the psychiatrist was very pleased with himself. Once the psychiatrist set a goal with which I didn’t agree but I was told to take it or leave it. The other three times we just talked for one and a half year. I never felt that my problems were solved but apparently the psychiatrist did.

This time the goal will be two fold.
One goal will be to get a better understanding of my feeling. The second goal is to get rid of the talkativeness. To finally find a way to do the things I want to do.

Since last weeks session I do know why have been talking to myself for all those years.
It has a positive feedback loop to it.
Even though it tenses me up it does make that I don’t feel the tinkling feeling and more important it also makes that I don’t feel the cold feeling. It’s very difficult for me to deal with feelings I don’t recognize. Even when they are nice feelings.

Last week I’ve been trying not to talk to myself and to find out what kind of feeling I would be suppressing. Once I felt a little nervous, but most of the time I just didn’t recognize the feeling. Mostly I felt cold.

After setting a goal we talked about emotions and feelings.
What is the difference?
I always thought that feelings are what you have in your body, headache or pain in your leg, and that emotions were the more abstract kinds like anger and falling in love.
But apparently there is an order to feelings.
The more basic feelings that even a dog could have; anger, fear, joy and sadness are called “emotions”. The more human feelings like disappointment are called “feelings”.

My homework for this week is to think about the difference between feeling nervous, feeling fear and feeling panic.
Difference in the psychical sensations they invoke, the way you would react to them and an other thing I don’t remember.

About 15 years ago I took a few years to figure out what the psychical sensations of the most important emotions were. And to figure out in what way people would act when they had those feelings.
The main reason I wanted to know that was to be able to recognize people who where angry or fearful. But I found that it also helped my to recognize my own feelings.

But in the last few days I realized that there is a difference between feeling and knowing a list of behavioral features.
The problem is that it is to theoretical.
When I see some one dressed for cold whether while it’s 25° C I conclude that it’s quite possible that they are scared. But when I feel cold shivers going down my back while it’s 25° C I never realize that I might be scared.
I don’t think I am, but I never even thought about it.

I know the list of psychical sensations associated with feeling scared by heart:

  • choking feeling in your throat.
  • pain in your stomach.
  • pressure on your lungs.
  • feeling cold.
  • an ever stronger need to go to the bathroom.

But I never realized that the toilet problems I’ve been having, had anything to do with feeling panic. Even though they started with a panic attack I had a little over a year ago.

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Drawing a story

by Henk ter Heide on Wednesday June 11, 2008

Understanding how an artist feels.

This must be one of the most exciting drawings I’ve done up till now.

Two weeks ago, just before I went on holiday, I did a little drawing to experiment with flowing colors. Just starting to draw, I hoped that I would get some sort of idea of what I was doing.

Orange fish
Orange fish

Half way through the drawing I realized that I should have started in a corner. I didn’t jet know what the drawing would be about. But I did know that the colors should flow down. Not up.
I started a new drawing with a few blue drops in the right upper corner and went on holiday.

I knew that I would have a few lazy days during my holiday so I brought my drawing set.

Still not know were the drawing would go I drew more blue and gray drops and started wandering about the color I should use in the background. Should I leave it white or maybe color it yellow.
And what should I call this drawing?
“Blue drops”? “Blue drops on yellow background”?

As I drew more drops in different hues of blue and gray I began to feel a little tension.
Should I use different colors?
I should use different colors!

Thinking about this drawing I experienced something I’ve never have. The notion that I can use an abstract drawing to tell a story.
It’s only a short story. Even without using words I found that the story is so short that I ran out of things to say before I ran out of paper.
But it is still a very exciting feeling. To know that I can use (abstract) drawings to tell about my life.

I finally understand what artist are talking about when they say “just listen to my music” or “just look at my paintings” when asked about their life.

Escaping blue
Escaping blue

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Getting back up to speed

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday May 25, 2008

Solving a few blogging problems.

I’ve gotten stuck. First with drawing and later with writing my reviews of other art sites.
It took me a few weeks to figure out what was going wrong and how I should deal with it.

Getting rid of a drawing

I was in the middle of a hatching exercise when I lost interest. I just didn’t feel like finishing this drawing.
For a while I thought that it might have to do something with the time of the year or with the wheather. I do tend to loose interest when skies turn gray. Something which happens every winter here in the Netherlands. But the summer has started and the skies are blue and sunny but still I don’t feel like finishing this drawing.

I don’t know whether it has something to do with autism or if it’s just my personality, but I feel that you should always finish what you start. Before I can start a new drawing I have to finish this one.
Only thing is that I won’t.
Earlier this week I remembered that I have been in this situation before. Not with drawing but with other hobbies of mine. Reading for instance. Sometimes I would start a book. Read a few pages and then stop. And then the book would just sit there. Waiting for me to finish it. While that book sat there I wouldn’t start an other book. I couldn’t. I felt I had to finish this one before I could start an other one.
Usually as a child I read books I had borrowed from the library. After three weeks I had to return them and get a new bunch of books.
After getting rid of the book I couldn’t finish I could again start reading.

I’ve been thinking about what is wrong with this drawing. I’m not sure. Maybe I don’t like the colors or maybe I have had it with practicing hatching for now.
I don’t know. But what ever it is in stead of waisting a lot of time trying to figure it out, I can better just start with the next one.
Hatching trees
Hatching trees

Don’t listen to advice

I’ve been reading a lot of advice about how to write better blog posts.
One advice is to take your time. Spread the writing of an article over a few days. That way you have time to re-think your article.
I have tried that technique with personal posts and with posts about drawings but it never sat very good with me. With personal posts I find that I loose the train of my thoughts if I don’t finish the post in one go. And with posts about drawing I find that there isn’t enough to say to warrant so much trouble for one post.
But a few weeks ago I decided that it might be a good idea for my review articles.
Watching a sites I want to review I often find that I have idea in my head of which I don’t know how to describe them. I thought that I might improve on my posts if I were to leave a few days between the selection of the sites I wanted to review and the writing of the post. A few days to gather my thoughts.

But it didn’t work. Instead of improving my articles I felt that they became worse.
It took me a while to figure out what was going wrong. It isn’t that my article became worse, they stay more or less the same. The problem is that my expectations became so much bigger that my articles felt worse.
Being autistic means that the ideas I have about sites usually come in the form of pictures. Most of the time I have a hard time translating those pictures to words. Taking a few days longer doesn’t make it any easier and doesn’t make the translation any better.

As good as this advice might be for other people I’ll go back to doing it my own way.

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12 reasons to blog

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday January 6, 2008

Why do I blog?

I just caught myself writing something strange.
In an answer to some one who had commented on one of my drawings I said that I might try some technique that might improve my drawing skills but that I had to think about the impact it would have on my blog.
The strange thing being that my blog is about me learning how to draw. So every thing that could improve my drawings and drawing skills should be more important then my blog.
My feeling that the blog is more important then learning how to draw got me thinking about why I blog.

When I started blogging I had a few reasons:

  • Because I like to write.
  • Because I like to draw.
  • Because it feels useless to write when no one is reading your work.
  • Because it gives me a public forum to show my drawings.
  • Because I can get all those cool statistics about the amount of people that read my blog and my RSS feed

Now I’ve been blogging for a while I’m finding even more important reasons to keep doing it:

  • Because it helps me to take some distance from my drawings and look at them through the eyes of some one else.
  • Having to write an article about some problem means that I have to think it all the way through instead being content with a half as solution
  • Because I get to meet a lot of nice people who are enthusiastic about the things I write about.
  • In writing about autism I can some times answer question people might have.
  • In writing about autism I can, hopefully, show people that we are not pathetic disabled people who need your help but independent proud people who do things in our own way.
  • Because it helps me to meet people who point me in new directions.
  • Because it’s turning out to be a great tool for growth and self improvement.

(Maybe some one can tell me if a “half as solution” is a decant thing to say?
I hear it a lot on TV but it’s never clear whether you can use it in any conversation or not. To my Dutch ears it sounds a bit off.)

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