Tuesday, May 26, 2009

cracking up

Cracked(?), acrylic on canvas, 8" x 8", ©2009

Having trouble getting my brain to settle. Feeling a bad case of the "why bothers" coming on. Not so much in the realm of creating art. I don't have much of a choice about that – it's as much what I am as what I do. But in the efforts required to share (and, yes, hopefully sell) my work, well… Though I'm not the best at motivating myself to do the marketing stuff at the best of times, that's just because I don't really enjoy it much. I'm usually pretty good about ignoring the naysayers (I'd say most artists have to be) and the pessimistic talk about external forces (the bad economy for instance), but for some reason there has been a breach in my defenses recently and it's all starting to get me down.

How do you (yes, you) keep at it even when it doesn't seem to be worth it?

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

The Unknown Region

The Unknown Region, acrylic/collage on canvas, 30" x 40", ©2009

Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,

Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to


–Walt Whitman, "Darest Thou Now, O Soul"

Details of Unknown Region

Every time I looked at my blog this week I was surprised to see that my last blog post was still my last blog post. Working with my morning pages and The Artist's Way I've been thinking and writing about so many things it seems impossible that they haven't appeared here. But all those words are on (*gasp*) paper. Crazy, I know.

I completed this painting last Thursday, and the title finally came to me when I happened upon the quote above. That's exactly what I'm trying to do, let go of the need to control the outcome and just "walk out". As part of that effort, this week I've been staying away from canvases and playing with some small color studies on paper, and with being more visual in my journal. It's hard because there's a part of me that is trying to convince me that I'm wasting time if I'm not actually putting paint to canvas, but that's the part that got me all blocked up in the first place.