It has been more than a month since I have posted. Where has the time gone? Life has taken over -- the schedule with my girls has been hectic and full. Tae Kwon Do, Talent Show, ballet lessons, homework, birthday parties, etc. There has been little time left over for art.
I have spent the month with my sketch book -- recording ideas, exploring shapes and colors. This has been a valuable exercise in creativity -- in capturing the ideas that come to mind. Many of them are not worth pursuing, but trying them out in the sketchbook is less time consuming and less costly than beginning the exploration in fiber.
In three days Sharon and I head south to the
One question keeps haunting me -- what will I work on? I have a box packed of supplies to dye and batik. I have my sketchbook and the beginnings of a floral landscape. A floral landscape? you ask. Yes -- but how ridiculously safe. I have an idea for a three dimensional piece with political undertones. To be true to myself and to the art I want to make, I should work on the political piece. I ask myself -- what part of me is afraid of being rejected by the other artists because of my subject matter? And why do I care? Do I care?
Isn't art is an isolationist's pursuit? I work alone in my studio. No collaborators -- no critique of the process. This is both comforting and scary. In the vacuum of the studio I can pursue any idea I wish, yet I sometimes wonder if the idea or finished work is any good. Working in a group setting, as we will be doing next week, will be challenging. That journey of idea execution will not be private. It will be viewed by others.
How will that viewing affect my process? That is the ultimate question and I am curious to know the answer. When I return I will post the answer.
