Hi Tumblr,
Tonight the urgency to create is ripe, I can feel a restless desire to have my hands busy, but my bod is lethargic from sitting all day. I am preparing for a solo art show in March and I am just now starting to feel the pressure. Maybe someone else would have felt the pressure back in July when I was accepted for the space, or another would feel it later in the process, but just this week I felt my determination ignite, and the creative wind blow down from the summit of a distant mountain and blow a gust at my back.
I came here to write, because within the process arises emotions and questions that require my attention. My emotion around artmaking is really what inspires this path. The marriage of my paintbrush and paper is one sort of process, but the feelings of doubt and procrastination, fullness and fertility are my true guides.
Several days ago I committed to spending time with a large piece of 600gsm paper I had recently purchased. It was so handsome and pure, sitting on my desk, awaiting my devotion. I could feel large, organic, floral motifs in my creative peripherals, they were blossoming forth from a curved and elegant stalk, all these curly bits, and dangly forms, an abundant sort of growth. I tried to guide my pen in depicting the form, but my pen kept catching on the paper, and my hand would momentarily lose its flow. I’m not so accustomed to working large paper, and even though my imagined forms are always large, and even larger in my minds eye when I breathe deeply and they expand, in the past I have always depicted them as small shapes on a small page.
After an hour or so I felt a dissonance with composition. Once I fall out of harmony with my artwork I can never go back! My lines that I had hoped would feel free but intentional just looked messy, and I felt foolish for always having the inclination to draw flowers. In my frustration I flipped the paper and drew lines with my ruler in lead pencil, all angular and geometric. But being contained in my movements made me feel taut and restless, and a disproportionate despair rose in me, and I could see the months ahead, and imagined presenting work that I thought was ugly, that was only made in moments of frustration, and the fear had me throw down my pen and go do something easier.
Today I ordered fabric and fabric paint for the textile element of my project. The anticipation of painting on a new medium is keeping me engaged.
...Ok I had so many more thoughts to write but my menstrual brain fog is seriously clouding my ability to find any more words and my writing feels stiff and dull tonight. I’ll try again later.
x Freya