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Thoughts on how abstract art can help you

I was talking to one of my friends this morning about how to get back into the swing of things. She asked me how I got my groove back after I escaped Rock Bottom.

And it took a while, but, in the end what has helped me is blogging and abstract art.

Quite often when we create art we put so much focus on things and it is that focus which we lack when we become blocked.

Blocked = no focus.

No focus = no art/no words.

No art/no words =sad artist.

Well, actually, sadder artist because normally we become blocked because we are sad (or sick or anxious or tired etc)

Abstract art allows you a kind of freedom to be creative without actually having to create something specific. Especially with art forms like acrylic pouring, drip painting, drawing fractals, ink blots and other such “chaos” art.

I call it “chaos” art because it is less about talent and more about luck and outside influence. I’m not saying that it doesn’t take talent or that those who use these forms are talentless, it is simply not as reliant on talent as trying to do sketch wirh charcoal or do an oil painting of your great aunt Petunia.

But it is a way of creating and expressing and getting almost instant results.

Same sort of thing for the blogging. Sometimes, I have no idea wtf I am gonna write about. I haven’t been able to put pen to paper at all. So I just pick a thought floating around in my bubbly grey matter and start madly thumb-typing away.

It is about getting synapses firing.

Blood pumping.

Creative juices bubbling and boiling until they simply spill out of your noggin.

Now I will leave you with a few pickies of the pours I (and by I, I actually mean me and the roomy) finished today.

Love

Amberley

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Does art have to say something?

As I return to my pour table this week after our many travels, I have found myself asking myself “but what does this piece say?”

My art normally says nothing unless my medium is words, because I choose not to use living subjects. But this is of course not what I fucking mean, is it? What I mean is “what am I trying to say?”

And what is my answer? I dunno, Amberley, what the fuck do you want to say?

I think, most of the time, my art doesn’t say anything. Sometimes, you can see the emotions I was feeling when I made the piece. Sometimes, it is a reflection of my personality. Sometimes, I just liked the way those colours went together or they were the only colours I had.

I think the same can be said for writing too. Sometimes we write something because we want to say something else. Sometimes we directly write about a subject so bluntly it is like getting smacked in the face with a giant dildo. Sometimes, we don’t want to say anything. We just feel like writing an entertaining blood-fest starring jungle pirates and cowboy faeries.

Does it make our work any less valid?

Does it change peoples perception of our work?

And does it even fucking matter what the author/artist wanted to say?

I did a painting a couple of months ago. I completely abstract one. I just liked the colours.

Someone really liked it and wanted it. But they liked it cause they saw a frog in it. I couldn’t see the frog. But they could. I didn’t paint a frog. But they saw one.

So, do we really need to be saying something or expressing something if others will only interpret it their own way anyway? Or is this the point? The sharing. The differnt views.

I dunno.

Love

Amberley

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Thoughts on beach photography

As I wander along the beautiful beach I am camping by, I simply cannot help but take out my phone and take snap shots.

It is so in our nature to do so. Our phones are like a limb now, never leaving our side and if we loose it we feel the lost-itch of its missing presence – the phantom pain of this served appendage.

But it leads me to thinking about how many people have taken a photo of this very rock formation, this same stretch of sand and surf and it makes me put down my phone for a moment.

So, if there are already photos of this beach out there somewhere, in fact, EVERY beach, why do we keep snapping?

You could say that each photo would vary slightly, different waves, a change salt crystal clusters and sand grain placement, clouds and shells and critters woulf all vary from photo to photo. But aren’t they all basically the same thing?

Or does the artist matter?

Or is the real difference in the meaning to us? To the artist?

Melancholy crept up my throat as I stared out to sea. Out into the blueberry waters that had been captured byany other artists before me. It felt useless for a moment. Worthless. If I wanted to look back I could use my memory or simply type the beach’s name into Google images.

But, since this my journey, my time to record and create, I lifted my phone up again and cotinued snapping.

As an artist, what’s the point of having an experience if you can’t create something from it?

Love

Amberley

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the. project. Part 1.

Holy flaming fuck balls this is actually happening. (Is “fuck balls” a hyphenate?)

Okay… So… I have decided to go easy on myself for part one. I think in the wake of “the non-denominational, gift holiday, fancy pine tree, (& in Australia, xmas beetle) season” I must treat myself kindly and pick an easy topic and an easy time frame.

The challenge will be “bugs.”

I know, I know… it is not as exciting as I wanted either but I picked a shitty time to start trying to get my life back on track… or as I told my psychologist “I don’t think I have ever had a track… I may need to build one of those first…”

So… (I start a lot of sentences with “so”) I will probs be painting and writing but you can do you. If you wanna join in the fun of a community art project, you can sketch, sculpt, knit, poet, sing, film, photo, crochet using cat fur, garden in your underwear, spread butter on concrete with your privates… I don’t give a rat arse. All I do care about is that something is made that didn’t exist yesterday.

On the (I’ll give peps a day to recoup) 2nd of Jan 2018 I will be posting my own submission and I will be accepting subs from you. (Yes… you, mother fucker!) You can sub with links in comments below or in the post with my sub. Or on social media. Hopefully, by then, I will have my shit together enough to manage a Twitter account. #brokenbeatenandscarred #metallicareference but we will see. People still use Twitter, right?

I have these big plans of becoming a community and meeting a bunch of you cool,weird, arty folks… I also have dreams of (mayhaps) publishing a book of all our arting together… but I think I need to put the breaks on.

Amberley needs to calm the farm and take a step back…

I am rambling now anyway, so if you want to join in, please do so. If you want to have a peak at my day to day arting and cat problems feel free to check out my instagram… yep… I got instagram. Holy fuck, aye! Otherwise, I’ll see you sometime… 🖤

Love yall

Amberley.

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the. project.

The beginning is always the scariest part.

That blank page, that dry canvas, that lump of un-moulded clay, they just sit there and stare up at you as if to say, “well … What you gonna do?”

That is this blog, right now.

So, this is the project. A blog to help heal. A blog to help me find myself. A blog to bare my soul. And why a blog? Because, dear reader, hopefully you (or at least some of you) will decided to join me on this quest. Not for you to find me … But for you to find you…

The plan is a loose one.

*Baby steps, Amberley, baby steps*

I will post what project I will be doing the next week/month/day/decade/whatever and then post it on (or round-about) the day it is due. If you would like to follow along, please either post them on your chosen social media/website/blog and then comment with the link or tag me.

I will be wrangling Twitter, Instagram and (maybe) Facebook accounts in the coming weeks and hopefully this blog will be in full swing soon. Yep. That is how fresh from the womb of life I am, still bloody and screaming and I haven’t even Tweeted yet. Fuck, aye…

So, if you would like to join me on this journey or maybe you are sick and just love to watch people scrambling to get their lives back on track … (I dunno, I don’t judge.) … but please feel free to subscribe or follow or whatever it is you do to blogs. Gosh, I feel like a fucking alien… How to internet? Show how plez …

Love,

Amberley Griffin