Showing posts from December, 2010

A Day in the Life of a Thousand Years.

My day starts late - around 4pm in the afternoon. I head to my cafe haunt, say hello to everyone, and set up my sketchbook to work. It's outside, on the street, where I can feel the world moving around me, and someone else makes the coffee. I put my headphones on with whatever music is the emotional theme I'm using for the work, and I get into it.

There's a shift from real time and space into the creative zone - while I'm working, I'm still semi-aware of my surroundings, but what I'm really looking for is when everything blends together, in focus, and I can feel myself in total tune with the artistic process.
Even with the music and the cars and the organized chaos of the town, there's a stillness to be found in the center of it all - that's where I want to be while I work, using the energy around me to gain that sense of layers; like moving in a whirlpool, but not being dragged down, just aware of the core experience and the vision, and what I'm l…

Work That Waits

There's only one unfortunate consequence to having a massive imagination - you can't get it all down all at once and do it all justice in a day.

The greatest frustration that I have as an artist is the sense of responsibility that I feel towards the creation of my art - in that, some works only ever live as half-formed, unresolved dreams of a finished image that has yet to be.

With the studio overflowing with such moments of inspiration, (and some of them squalling incoherently for my attention as their god) I ask myself, how do I reconcile myself with this ever-growing civilization of vision and  characterization without going completely barmy over whether or not it is presented to the world in a state of completion and harmony? (Yes, everyone should have my problems....don't worry, I thank the gods every day that I don't live in a cardboard box.)

However, this is the priority of life in art - completion of the work, the final destination being realized and given form, h…

Real Things

Those on my FB pages will already know that my little girl had something of an injury in recent days; somehow, she hurt her paw/leg while hunting in the garden. It's been getting better with time and a lot of love, but talk about a metaphor for dealing with impatience, and wanting everything immediately -
Just as it was getting better, she decided that she could run about the place again, and now she's aggravated the injured leg and has set herself back again. Granted, we're talking about a dog here, a very intelligent dog, but a dog nevertheless. (Mind you, I've seen her out-think certain humans....*grin*).

What is it about the need for immediate gratification? Why is there such an emphasis on hurrry-up-and-have-everything-at-once, when life is so short, and we're supposed to stop and smell the flowers, and savour the moment, and appreciate life? People gulp down their food like they'll never eat again, in such enormous amounts, like they're saving up for …