After months of empty promises to get back to making new work, I finally took a big step forward the other night, I unpacked my studio box. Not everything has a place just yet but, it’s a start. Many of the larger tools or tools tied directly to printing that requires a press have been relegated back to the travel tub, but the drawing and paint supplies have all found a new home in my desk. It’s not much but it’s a good place to start for now.
It felt great to sit down and start on some new drawings/monotypes tonight. Fueled by an entertaining skype session with a good portion of BU’s class of 2012, I sat down and actually made something! It seems that I’ve gravitated back toward my auto-drawing methodology.
This doesn’t come as much of a surprise. The move has been a bit unforgiving on my creative muscles. Still it is exciting to make something new.
I’ve set a few new goals for myself in the form of a small collection of shows I hope to enter in the coming months. With any luck some of this new stuff will find it’s way into a few applications.
My ambitions are set pretty high. I went ahead and prepped my drawing board for a series of small drawings. For me creating art has always been very comparable to exercise. The more you do it, the easier it gets. Let’s hope this little suite of drawings can get the gears moving again.
It’s hard to tell what has sparked my sudden rebellion against apathy and procrastination. I feel that I owe some credit to Theresa Moir. A few of her recent blog posts have guilted me into cracking open my own copy of Art & Fear. Tonight I read a quick passage that put some of my anxieties about my transition at ease.
When discussing quitting, and what pushes young artists to abandoning their craft, the author offered a bit of context. “Quitting is fundamentally different than stopping. The latter happens all the time. Quitting happens once. Quitting means not starting again – and art is all about starting again.” Nothing ground breaking here but it shed some light on an aspect of my own process that I often approach with some regret.
When I am struggling to come up with an idea that holds water, I slip into auto-drawing. These auto-drawings rarely have any success but the meditative opportunity to make marks with out worrying about the substance of my drawing is refreshing. I dislike dwelling on them for very long though. In school I felt compelled to spend my time making work that ment something. I see now that it is a necessary part of how I work. Yeah these drawings are not going to hang at the MOMA, ever. But they let me clear my head. A feat that deserves some celebration.
It’s time I stop looking at these drawings as a waste of time and start admiring them for what they are. The exercises that train my creative muscle for a new endeavor.
Regardless of what that endeavor may be, I’m just glad to be back at the drawing table. I hope to report back soon with some news about shows in the near future. Until then, Stay Classy.