After being invited earlier in the year, this week I got confirmation from Susan to be part of another exhibition at
artstream this Sept-Oct. I’m ecstatic about it! Now begins the “switch myself into art mode” stage, after battling with my computer ALL week long on a complicated print job for a client. I’m really looking forward to getting away from the screen for a while. Last night I set up a little table in the lounge room so I can work at night in the heated room, in front of the TV.
I sat there with a sketchbook and pencil, sat there, and sat there, pencil poised, waiting for the “art mode” to kick in, "c'mon art mode!". I’m hoping that now I’ve sent my “job” off, and enjoyed an afternoon walk along the beach and over the headland to flush the work out of me, I’ll be clear and refreshed to get stuck in tonight.
The funny thing is I had a spontaneous art day on Sunday. I hadn’t planned it, I didn’t do any preliminary sketches, I had no ideas, and I didn’t plan a colour scheme, I just sat and painted, and drew and painted some more. It all came flowing out freely, as only unplanned work can. And I liked the results.
When I do an illustration I put so much time into thinking about a concept that means something, sketching compositions and details, and planning colours, that the whole thing takes days, sometimes weeks. So this spontaneous art day got me thinking… which ironically has taken me back to square one; thinking. I just want to try and feel it, and let it appear before me.
I guess the urge to plan and think it all through comes from a compulsion to want the work to be good. To keep control of it, keep a consistency, so it all turns out the way it’s supposed to. Somewhere in me the idea of planning means proper, worthy work… not planning means frivolous playing. But what’s so wrong with that? Perhaps then my first challenge isn’t limited to sitting in a heated room… maybe it’s beating the art-school out of me... just having a bit of faith and letting go.