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The happy pursuit of leisure

Out here in the hinterlands, we havenā€™t forgotten how to waste time productively.

Running, by Carol L. Douglas
I enjoyed reading Tim Wuā€™s reflections on why Americans donā€™t have hobbies, except that I donā€™t believe a word of it. I agree with him that leisure is the basis of culture. But I see no sign of its demise.
I teach a lot of people who are dedicated hobbyists. They pursue excellence in painting because they love to paint, and they get satisfaction from constantly improving their skills. Thatā€™s the very definition of ā€˜amateur,ā€™ which derives from Latin amatus, the past participle of amare: ā€˜to loveā€™.
Many of them paint as well as some professionals. The difference is that they arenā€™t pursuing sales. That keeps the joy in painting. Being a professional artist is as entrepreneurial as it is creative, and that is a lot like what they left behind at the office.
Hiking boots, by Carol L. Douglas.
Yes, I have hobbies separate from my work. In fact, I got thinking about Wuā€™s essay when I ordered a new pair of ice skates. (They are my first brand-new pair ever.) I have a canoe, snowshoes, hiking boots, three sewing machines, and a woodshop, and I use them all.
Is the problem young people, so sunk into their screen time? I donā€™t see it. Two of my daughters are passionate cooks, a hobby that seems to have exploded in popularity in recent years. The third has a 4X4 and miles of trails. My son is recording an album of music over his winter break. One of my favorite young people is passionately interested in aerial gymnastics. No, sheā€™s not training for the circus; she just likes it.
Butter, by Carol L. Douglas
Many Americans pursue hobbies that were toil a generation ago. For example, my friend Toby has an inexplicable love of canning. Sheā€™s got all the best equipment and skills to make a 19th century housewife proud. Itā€™s fun because, in our 21st century world, itā€™s separated from drudgery.
The same is true of small-scale animal husbandry. The backyard chicken trend has been increasing in popularity for the past decade.
Spring, by Carol L. Douglas
One of my kids loves posting photos to Instagram. Sheā€™s not trying to be a social-media sensation; she just likes to share her weird world with others. A generation ago, she might have invested in a darkroom and SLR camera. Worse, she might have invited you over and pulled out her carousel projector and 200 hundred slides of her most recent trip.
Then she would have been called an ā€œamateur photographer.ā€ Itā€™s still the same thing today, even when itā€™s done on a cell phone. Hobbies have morphed, not disappeared.
Professor Wuā€™s essay falls in the category of ā€œthe sky is fallingā€ opinion piece at which the New York Times excels. But, fear not, good sir! Out here in the hinterlands, we havenā€™t forgotten how to waste time.

Art career, interrupted by life

Hard work has to be balanced by leisure, delay by activity. Thereā€™s a season for everything.

Tilt-a-whirl, by Carol L. Douglas

A reader sent me this reviewof On Doing Nothing: Finding Inspiration in Idleness, by author and illustrator Roman Muradov. I found the review so stressful that I think reading the book is in order. Of course, I donā€™t have the time right now, but Iā€™ll get to it.

This came on the heels of a conversation with a former workshop student, a woman who is in some ways my doppleganger. She works incredibly hard, and feels both guilty and bored if she sits still for long. She wanders around in shapeless old clothes, because it would be wrong to spend her resources on herself. Right now, sheā€™s in a slough of exhaustion. I can relate.
More than they bargained for, by Carol L. Douglas
I pointed out the story of Mary and Martha from the gospel of Luke. Jesus was visiting, and Martha was overwhelmed by the preparations that had to be made. She asked Jesus, ā€œLord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!ā€

ā€œMartha, Martha,ā€ the Lord answered, ā€œyou are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.ā€

Of course, Martha is exactly how we both roll. Periodically, I find myself having taken on so many responsibilities that thereā€™s no room for reflection. Iā€™m tired, hurting, and cranky. Thatā€™s when I know itā€™s time to shed something and try to enjoy the space Iā€™m in.
Why do I work so hard? I had years of delay in my art careerā€”years when I needed to work elsewhere to earn a living, when I was raising my kids, had elderly parents, and was sick with two different cancers. Itā€™s my season to work hard, but Iā€™m still fine-tuning exactly how to do that without killing myself. My son-in-law calls me a ā€œbinge worker.ā€ That needs fixing.
Headlights, by Carol L. Douglas
Josef Pieper’s Leisure, the Basis of Culture argues that culture is born of contemplation, and contemplation requires time spent sitting around. Of course, I read this book in high school, when I had the energy to eagerly absorb new ideas. I remember my father telling me that he no longer read for pleasure. ā€œI donā€™t have time,ā€ he lamented. Of course, what he really meant was that he didnā€™t have the necessary energy and peace. Thinking requires a refreshed mind.
At any rate, back to Pieper. He got his ideas of leisure from Aristotle, who said ā€œWe work in order to be at leisure.ā€
ā€œFor the Greeks, ā€˜not-leisureā€™ was the word for the world of everyday work; and not only to indicate its ā€˜hustle and bustle,ā€™ but the work itself,ā€ wrote Pieper. He described compulsive work as ā€œthe hard quality of not-being-able-to-receive; a stoniness of heart, that will not brook any resistanceā€¦ā€
Beach Haven, by Carol L. Douglas
Joseph Pieper was a German Catholic philosopher. He said he would have devoted himself entirely to social sciences had the Nazis had not come into power. From 1934 on, it was impossible for a Christian to speak in public about social issues. That gave him an enforced period (including a spell in the army) to reassess his priorities and develop his great thesis. It wasnā€™t until middle age that he was able to take a position at a German university.
All of which comes full circle to the importance of delay, interruption, and periods of inactivity as celebrated in Muradovā€™s book. Had Pieper been able to take a university chair right after completing his studies, he never would have written Leisure, the Basis of Culture. For those of us whose art careers have been frequently interrupted by life, thatā€™s an important lesson.
Next up, a watercolor workshop aboard American Eagle, June 10-14, and my annual Sea & Sky workshop at Acadia National Park, August 5-10. Email me if you have any questions.