About two weeks ago I wrote about how I hated my art and that during these times we have to remember that art making should be fun. Today I am thinking along similar lines with even more clarity.
I have been feeling so conflicted. And I didn’t realized this until this week during another student’s critique. I think that when I recently wrote that I hated my art it was because I still felt this urge to work in my usual style. Pop surrealism? I kept trying to conceptualize and intellectualize all of my ideas. I am doing the same thing I have always done for so long. But some part of my brain is resisting. And I now realize it's because I am bored. I am sooooo fuuuccking bored! Who was it that said, “excited artist, exciting art. Bored artists, boring art”.
So, after this realization, thank you to my professor and fellow students, it’s time to draw a red line. No, literally. Take your favorite part of your work and destroy it. Reduce it and alter it in some way to make it new again. Sit with that for a minute.
I used to always be someone who planned. I had an exact image in my mind and could write and communicate its exact meaning. I don’t even know why I ever thought that was necessary. Somewhere along the line we were taught that it was. And those things may become necessary at some point. Especially if any of us plan to participate in the art industry as it functions at this time. But for now, we need to give ourselves permission to create and destroy. Just as Picasso did in his time. As so many other masters of art have done before us. We have to be willing to let go of what we think or feel is an expression of the ideal. We must experiment so we can grow.
Do something brave and exciting. Something impulsive and see where it takes you. You might learn something about your art that you never expected. It is through contrast that we will discover our greatest desires.