I have to admit, I've taken some serious detours ever since I graduated with a BFA in 1999. Wake up calls and second chances seem to rule my life. Each time begets a better outcome, although it takes me awhile to snap out of complacent zombie-like states which I tend to frequent more than not.
So it's been 12 years since I've opened up a can of Daniel Smith vine black etching ink. 12 years since I've flirted with acids. 12 years since I've cranked the wheel of a Takash press. 12 years since I've pulled a proof. 12 years of creative hibernation. Time to wake the bear.
Where to begin? Grab stick. Poke bear. HARD!
So here I sit, artistically emaciated, while I begin this journey. I am vulnerable and exposed without any credibility, ready to forge for berries so I can fatten up my confidence and call myself a bear.
Diaries have existed for centuries. Blogs...only in the last 10 years. It's ironic that a diary is written with discretion but a blog is written with brazenness. However, cARTography is written for shear accountability. It's my trainer. My gym partner. First I've got to exercise the mind in order to build a lexicon of artistic language in order to produce work. How do I start? By typing, by actively thinking, by immersing myself, by doing. Shit or get off the pot is what my old man use to say. I'm finally listening, Pop.
You were pretty damn good when you put it up. I bet it comes back to you sooner than you expect. I think of picking up the graphite from time to time but never seem to actually do it. Then again, I was not as good as you.
ReplyDeleteThank you,sir! I owe a lot to Dewayne Pass for pointing me to the path I'm on.
ReplyDeleteAnyone can draw. It's learning how to see that's the hard part. Wear glasses and make a mark,
ReplyDeleteWell when you do get done on the pot, I'll have a nice fresh roll of TP for you! Congrats on taking a step (or leap) into art again. I've known you for years, but time to get to know your art too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Evan! You are a great inspiration.
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