The most difficult thing about accidents is… do you embrace them or throw them away? It depends. TARNISH was an accident. A happy accident that I embraced with all my being. Not all accidents are as wonderful. But they definitely must be explored and followed to some conclusion. I approach all my work that way.
I get an idea, try it out, follow it until it either lives or dies. TARNISH lived but lots of my paths have died slow and sometimes painful deaths. That is what the creative process is to me. Learning, tasting, trying, researching, trying again, throwing out, getting frustrated, tracing back to the roots to see where I got side-tracked. Reboot!
When an idea fails it is usually because at some point I lost integrity. I stopped thinking. I just tried stuff haphazardly without taking a minute to think it though. What am I trying to accomplish here, where will this lead? Have I thought through the process and am pretty sure about the procedure? Have I done enough prep? Where is the thinking flawed? Other times it is just a lack of experience or knowledge that I’ve gained though the making of it. And this is good.
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This time last year I was in such a state. I couldn’t decide what to do. I was a photographer for 30 years; the first 15 years as my major source of income and the last 15, well…, trying to get it back. (long story). I talked to Alyson Stanfield at Artbiz Coach and she referred me to Cynthia Morris at Original Impulse. I had a coaching session with Cynthia that changed my life! Continue reading
I took a leap of faith. I trusted that the longing in my heart was not just a whim. That this need to create that has been part of my conscious and unconscious life for as long as I can remember had validity. I enrolled in a printmaking class at the local art enter. I was scared. I have found lots of ways to express my creativity that didn’t really stretch my abilities. I made photographs and lots of computer art but never tested my ability to draw.
Well, that’s not completely true. I did draw a horse once and showed it to my Dad and then had to sit through a 20 minute talk on how to draw a horse. And there was a teacher in high school that was so frustrated with my painting of pumpkins that she angrily shouted through the class I had no talent. And the painting teacher in college that said I had no soul and nothing to say because I painted apples. Well, those were the lowest points. There were higher points. Not as memorable, but definitely lingering there in the back of my mind. Like drawing a purse to be admitted to the Art program when I changed high schools mid junior year. I amazed myself…I’m sure it was a fluke. Or winning the blue ribbon for a pastel drawing at the county fair. There probably wasn’t that many entries. I never went to the show, just dropped off the drawing and picked it up…again totally amazed! It had a blue ribbon! Continue reading
Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be…Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.