So, digging myself out of an artist’s “block” is a full time job. I seem to be doing that more often than doing the actual art. I find, it helps to get to simple objects and a format and material I know. At least, it takes away a lot of decision-making…
The simpler – the better.
…at some point, one might even find oneself enjoying oneself…
…then, possibly, one is rather pleased…
One wants to press on and pin down something elusive starting to emerge on the canvas…
That’s the moment when ideas start coming… Words “simplify, simplify” flatter about one’s head. Minimalism, spaciousness, white…
One leaves the studio late and wants to rush back early the next morning… Of course, the next morning, inevitably, something happens which prevents one from getting to the studio, creating, implementing. Things like chores, visitors, emergencies and so forth, tumble down, followed by another big slab of artist’s “block”.
Then, I finally manage to go to the studio to stare at the wall and try to dig myself from under it again.
