Inventing Christmas and Eventing Christmas
I Re-watched The Man Who Invented Christmas this year, twice.
It’s a great Christmas movie - and in the great tradition of dramatic retellings of Charles Dicken’s A Christmas Carol, it is another dramatic retelling of Charles Dickens as he is writing A Christmas Carol in 1843.
I love how the movie characterizes Dickens, and I particularly like the choice of the word “invented.”
About 20 years ago I was handed the book The Art of Possibility - the opening chapter - It’s all invented. As I reflect on that now, I realize that was likely the first big leap/connection in my ‘art’ brain to my ‘religion’ brain. The context of receiving this book was in my role as “creative director-ish-dude” at the church that my family attended. It was basically a part time job while I was in school, in addition to the 4-5 other part time jobs I was doing while in school.
Is it ALL invented?
It is ALL invented.
I think so.
The connection of the art brain and religion brain, gave me permission to lean into that opportunity and INVENT and EVENT ideas that might connect with the congregation on a weekly basis.
In one of my other jobs, I was on the masthead of an indy art magazine, listed as “Events Coordinator.”
An event is the other side of the same coin of invent.
I don’t like 2 options. I don’t like binaries, or dualism.
It’s more about the feeling - invent and event share the same essence.
So we invent (which is a personal event), and then we bring to everyone else.
The event is outward. We can see it. We can all experience it.
There is communal activity, engagement.
We are all there.
The invent, is unseen. invisible. In the heart of the artist.
In the mind of the artist.
In the writers room.
In the studio.
The invent is doing the work to become an event for others.
This portrayal of Dickens illustrates his writer’s mind in dialog with his characters as the story comes together.
What I see is that the “invent” is communal too. The invent is social.
It is a communal activity.
The muse. The source. The soul.
Rarely do artists take full credit for their own work.
Someone else is always in the room, mystically.
It is bringing the shared space of invention into the shared space of evention.
The book, document, artifact, object, chair, lamp, boot, hat, pot, pan, candle, etc… is the result of the invention.
Mediums and Media.
Sometimes I forget that a real person wrote that story at a real time in history.
Sometimes I forget that other artists have partners and kids and parents and siblings and bills and groceries and regular life stuff - and yet they still make the work.
The work is how a lot of life gets worked out.
Events inform inventions, as much as inventions inform events.
That life/work paradox of disconnecting from the people you love to do work that you love so that you can support the people you love, and connect with them (when you are not working).
Invention and the events of everyday are in constant tension.
Tention?
At my grandparents house growing up, we’d do Family dinners on Sundays.
I remember my Grandpa going into his “piano room” to “practice” his scales right after dinner. Wait those don’t need quotes. He was a professional pianist. It was his piano room, and he would go in there and practice his scales. Always. Consistently. I was born in ‘83, by the time we reach these memories of mine he was 80 years old.
I was always so confused when he said “practice.”
Now I get it.
In Object Oriented Ontology, there is a category for a story as an object, precisely because of how it functions in our psyche.
A Christmas Carol is an object as real as table, and in someways even more real.
More real, as in, more “portable.”
Because you can use a character such as “Scrooge’ to describe any number of things.
Scrooge has an aesthetic.
Srcooge has a feeling.
Scrooge has a smell.
Scrooge has greasy matted grey hair draped across his scalp.
Christopher Plummer is a great Scrooge.
A great writer invents a great character.
We encounter that character through the event of reading or hearing or watching the story, and something connects.
175 years later, in a very different time and place, the events around Christmas continue, because an artist decided to invent it.
This is the gift of art.
Peace, Love, Cactus.
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