:: :: so me :: ::
that picture i posted last night? the night before? (i can't trouble myself to go look. i'm a busy, important person with much obsessing to do...) the "so evan" one? well if there were a picture that could capture me perfectly, it would be a picture of me sitting here at the computer studying up for my next art project as if said art project were actually brain surgery to remove four lifethreatening tumors.
i bought a yudu for the business (for those of you familiar with the gocco, a yudu is a new version of the gocco, made by a different company) and it's all set up downstairs and i wanted to make something during evan's nap this afternoon and then i wanted to make something tonight but i am paralyzed.
par-a-lyzed.
by all the possibilities. i can make anything i want but that makes it so i don't know what i want to make. i feel trapped in a box with no walls and no ceiling.
so what do i do? i spend an hour (okay. an hour is a total lie. let's just leave it at i spend more than an hour) carefully studying gocco- and screenprints by other people so that i can figure out more precisely what i like and what i do not like. do i want to use negative space? do i want to do something modern? something hand-drawn? do i want to go the typography route?
my inner ph.d. student has melted and refrozen and is expanding outward in an attempt to analyze and then crack this new creative process.
the reason i feel so encumbered?
because supplies for the yudu cost money. and i don't want to waste money. i want to get it right. the first. time. i want to create the most perfect print i can. something that i can put on a t-shirt i bought myself and make into a print for the wall. something i can give and something i can sell. something i can slather peanut butter on and call breakfast.
i need help. someone please unclench my fist.
7 comments:
please make your hub-e twenty pieces of random art on your gocco today... anything you want... don't even think about what you're making... just throw stuff together... 1 color, 2 color... 3 color... 4... whatever... just play...
I know the feeling. Like staring at a blank sheet of paper in my journal, a blank document on the computer screen. So many words. So many possibilities. It's crippling. That's when I close everything up and take a walk...or just allow myself to write the worst thing ever and be okay with that. It's a process and there are always going to be mistakes and if you don't make room for mistakes, then you won't make room for greatness either. (You can quote me on that. It's an original.)
Just. go. play. You (and your art) are worth the materials - you get to write those off anyway, right? Ever read "Bird by Bird"? Dare to make the sh***y first draft, be free, it's OK, really!!
Ha - Just read Christine Kane's blog.
http://christinekane.com/blog/7-tried-and-true-ways-to-stifle-your-creativity/
Oops - or maybe this:
http://tinyurl.com/awhtkg
take 10 deep breaths. relax your shoulders. dive in. just make something. anything. take the pressure off yourself for the first 2-3 creations. think of this new experience as a class you've just started and of your supplies as tuition money. compared to actual tuition, this seems like a scream'n deal, no? looking forward to seeing what you create. have fun.
Whitney
whiksergraphic.blogspot.com
PS I really enjoy your writing:)
thanks all. i played around last night and today after lunch while evan was asleep. i hope to go even CRAZIER tonight. : )
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