It’s already April, and at Experience Writing that means it’s time for NaPoWriMo (National (Global) Poetry Writing Month) and the A-Z Challenge.
This year, I’m looking at the A-Z of Depth. I’ll leave the definitions up for the rest of this week for you to peruse.

Today, I’m talking about a specific artist date I enjoyed. As part of my depth study I have been working through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron (this is an amazon associate link to The Complete Artist’s Way which is the book I have. It includes three books with three twelve-week programs to keep us working, learning, and discovering. I recommend the hardback at this good price). The basic practice of The Artist’s Way is to come to the page first thing in the morning and write for three pages, read the week’s chapter and do tasks, and take yourself on a weekly artist date.
The Artist’s Way often asks if you’ve noticed any synchronicity, and when it came to figuring out what to do for my artist dates, I sure did. The weather was bad and I didn’t want to leave the house, and there in my email was an invitation from MoMA to take their new Coursera course, “Artful Practices for Well-being.” The course is free and I highly recommend it.
Each module has readings, videos, and creative prompts. In module two I found the creative prompt called “Dear Data Journaling” that led me on the little Artist Date journey I’m talking about today.
Drawing Your Data
The activity as presented in the course’s creative prompt is:
- Choose some data to collect related to your experiences of emotions.
- Schedule some time to gather your data.
- Document it using paper and pens.
- Review your data and organize it into color groups
- Experiment with presenting your data in different patterns and designs.
That first bullet point seems clear enough, right? But it stopped me in my tracks. What kind of data? How would I measure it? When would I measure it? How would I represent it? It took me a week just to come up with an idea for what kind of data I wanted to collect.
I wanted it to have something to do with depth, of course, but what data could I collect with my experience of depth and emotions. Here’s what I finally came up with:

I thought I would share this page from my journal so you can see some of my thought process. As you can see, I defined a scale of depth of thought:
Surface – Goofing off, not thinking about anything
Dead Man’s Float: Looking at something deeper, but not engaging
Race Dive: Having a deep thought, but coming right back to the surface
Underwater Swim: Grab an idea and start exploring: freewrite, writing exercises, reading, writing
Deep Dive: Further exploration of an idea, combine lots of different sources
Scuba: Come up with unanswered questions and explore further
Submarine: Apply new information and discoveries to work, explore using discoveries
Sea Floor: Epiphanies, real change, recognizing new truths
Then I assigned each level a color and symbol. I set alarms on my computer to go off each hour. When the alarm went off, I marked down where I was on my scale. I did this for eight days.

I had been avoiding doing the data drawing—silly perfectionist in me afraid to mess up—so today’s post was my impetus to do it. And it was really fun!! I kind of love this. I want to add some more days of data and play with other compositions.
Today’s Poem
Living with Peter Max’s Lady in Grey
She hung it in my room
said she bought it for me.
It mocked me with its pouty
anorexic pastel asymmetry
a mirror of my not enoughs:
not tall enough, not pretty enough
never skinny enough
yearning for stylized
impossible beauty.
Far from youth, I finally see her:
The surprise mess of abstract flowers
splashed from the vase to her dress
and chest, red as her blood rushing to blush
her neck and shoulders. A large pink flower
spilled across the burnt umber couch
leaving no room for her to sit. Her left side
tensely battles to protect her from the wild
flight of the flowers, but her right side
so tired of standing, droops. Her dress
can barely hang on.
Her pin-point black eyes stare at me
blankly as if to say, “You don’t see anything.
This isn’t happening.” But the flowers
won’t stay still, and the slant of her shoulders
is as steep as it gets. I wonder if she stares
so intently at me because she is ignoring
whoever is sitting at the unseen end
of the couch, trying to pull her attention
with his mind. She knows what he’s doing,
but won’t give in. A blue ribbon pulls a black
heart from the vase and is headed his way.
The flowers will get to him eventually.
This poem was inspired by today’s prompts at NaPoWriMo and Writer’s Digest’s April Poem a Day (PAD) Challenge.
Thank you for joining me on my artist date today. I appreciate your comments and interaction. Any thoughts or questions about Artist Dates? Are you trying the exercise? Come back to this post and tell me how it went when you finish. I would love to see your data drawings. Come back tomorrow for more depth exploration and poetry. Happy April.














