This isn’t the first time I’ve written this post. It probably won’t be the last time either. As a concept it is easy to express and understand, but as a way of living, of being — at least for me — it is a real challenge. I have to give myself permission to suck. Everyday. [...]
In the second half of my Visual Arts course we did some printmaking. I want to talk about two of the projects I did during this time, and these were both relief prints.
I don't know very much about PBS. I certainly don't know much about Mister Rogers. I am both the wrong generation and the wrong geography. But I stumbled, quite accidentally, across some videos from PBS Digital Studios which really stirred me. Imagine every person that you see is someone differentfrom every other person in the [...]
I haven't actually mentioned this on the blog yet, but after many many years of thinking about it I actually created a photo book featuring my photographs.
Some of my writings were included in a book. Here's a video of me opening and holding said book for the first time!
There was a pain to be associated with not knowing, it was a social pain, a stigma and as a kid I felt it intensely.
The muse stopped showing up, and I stopped showing up and over time it just seemed easier. Easier to not show up. Easier to not write. Easier to watch TV. Easier to fill my days with minutiae and pretend writing was never something I was interested in.
I don't want to gush too much but I've been going to art lessons for a few months now and I have to say it is one of the best things I've ever done. I want to try to unpack some of the benefits I've experienced from having a great art teacher.
People need people. Artists need an audience. Sometimes even the whispered possibility of an audience.
So how do you explain what you do to your family, to your parents? It was hard enough for my brother to explain he was in IT Support, so what hope do you have of conveying meaning when you're doing something as seemingly esoteric as creating art?