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… Continue reading Thoughts on how abstract art can help you
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?"
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...
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.