I’ve always loved Marisa’s art and creations. A while ago, she started selling embroidery kits. I had never embroidered before so of course I had to get it. It took me a while to start because I had to buy the string and needle, but once I had all of my supplies and did a tutorial on youtube, I went for it. I really loved it!
Embroidery – done.
As I try to figure out what I want to do and how my creativity can be channeled, I collect data. In reality, I’m probably already channeling it, but I digress. I absolutely love Austin Kleon’s How To Steal Like an Artist. Whenever I start a writing project or do an art project, my first thoughts go to – who will read or see this? What will they say? How will they respond? I’m far too concentrated on other people. I love his advice, “Write the book you want to read.” This reminds me that creativity is personal. It’s a space where you belong.
song of the day: April Come She Will by Simon and Garfunkel
Jackson Pollock: One (a piece of it)
Sam Francis: Big Red (a piece of it)
Willem de Kooning: A Tree in Naples (a piece of it)
I went to the MOMA today to see “Abstract Expressionist New York.” Abstract art tends to make you think that you missed something. As if there is some secret that you aren’t privy to and only artists and intellectuals know it. I actually think that abstract art is very relaxing because you don’t have to think any one way. I enjoy observing the techniques and textures. In terms of the meanings of the paintings, you can interpret it any way you choose or even just let the colors and richness fall over you.
I haven’t done any collages in a long while. There was a period of time a few years ago when I was making collages and paintings almost every day. I was trying different techniques all the time. I used tin foil, sand paper, wax, string, gesso, chalk, sand, sugar, coffee, the list goes on… I have come to realize that the only thing stopping me from creating art is my own fear. I don’t know when it happened, but I started to think about the finished products instead of the process. I used to pour my emotions all over the pages and not care about the end result. At some point, I began to want it to look “pretty.” And I stopped doing art.
My hope is that this blog will begin to release me a little bit. I will begin to enjoy the process of art and expression again. I know that the fear creeps in each time I start to venture into a creative space. When it does, I want to learn to hold its hand and soothe it instead of letting it lead the way. So far so good.