It’s become increasingly apparent to me that it is much easier to purchase art supplies than it is to apply them in creative ways. It doesn’t seem that this in any way should really be a problem for me: I did work my way through an AA program in Art (I couldn’t justify it the first time around with my BA, nor at the Master’s level…at least, currently), so I know that there is some part of me that is creative. I also know that I’m skilled, though as I said before, when I don’t exercise those skills, they’re hidden within me.
Unless I practice, my skill and creativity won’t have the chance to show themselves, or to develop beyond the point they are at, now. Maybe the problem I’m facing (starting out with incipient projects) is the one faced by writers of all types (which I’m well familiar with, as my BA actually was in Creative Writing): fear of the blank page. Or white paper. Basically, it’s the same thing.
What I can latch onto right now are the exercises which build increasing familiarity with my media. Right now, I am very, very drawn to water-based media (inks, acrylic inks, acrylic paints, watercolors, water-based block printing). I have a feeling that this is majorly because I don’t like to deal with toxins when they’re unnecessary, and cleaning out watercolor brushes isn’t a big deal to me, at present.
Ah — and, I used to work more in dry media (pencils, pens, colored pencils, most apparently) — until I got tired of the tiny point of contact with the paper (give me brushes) and the graininess of most of my attempts. (Keep in mind here that my Prismacolors were purchased well before the year 2000, so I don’t have the advantage of the smoother laydown of the new formulations, in that brand.) In contrast, inks and paints are much more…captivating for me: they lay down solid, (usually) unbroken, and (usually) more vivid color.
Color is something that I at one time began to organically grow into (toward the end of my stay in Community College) — and then I restarted the Library & Information Science program. At that point, my energy focused on the goal of gaining an MLIS in order to be able to be a Librarian, so that I could have a steady income stream, hopefully benefits (though I have heard that these are increasingly being cut in Librarianship proper) and work within one of my areas of interest, while also performing a social good. In my spare time, and with the spare resources I would gain from being an Information professional (or so I’ve heard), I have planned to work on my Art, thus bolstering my psychological resilience.
Right now…it’s hard for me to formulate or say what my point is, within LIS. It’s where I am now, and it’s what I know, but that doesn’t really count for much of anything when I realize that I’m already at the top of my pay scale and will have to change positions soon if I want to become more efficient at earning money.
What I want to be doing right now, is helping to construct Web pages. It’s fairly evident, even just through my experience with this blog and my drive to personalize and edit its structure. It fits in with my other two degrees in the aspect of being production-based, but not entirely so much in the fact that it’s technical. I presently do not have the ability to customize pages and sites. If I keep on in the LIS program, I may eventually gain the skills, however: and a new perspective on the experience of designing for someone else.
I have a feeling, though, that this will put me about even with the youth coming out of high school in this era — technically speaking. Technology flows on, and keeping current with it is one of the things to which I’ve resigned myself. Design, however, is a specialty, and requires skills and knowledge that not everyone has. And, as has become increasingly apparent, it’s not about me or my expression (as versus Art, which seems to require drilling deeply into myself to draw out something that only I can do).
Right now I’m in a class on User Experience, which is an aspect of Design — and it’s very apparent that Design encompasses much more than the utilization of art skills. Designing is not the same thing as producing Art, unless the person you’re designing for is you.
And writing for yourself is not the same thing as writing for someone else.
I think that if I did not have the fear of repercussions for expressing anything unique, I would have an easier time with both Art and Writing. But I’m old enough to know that expression begets consequences. Whether those are good or bad consequences is unknown and ultimately subjective; whether praise or hatred will prevail is yet to be seen.
This could be the reason why I have seen so many take a brash stance against this psychic wall…because if you don’t stand strongly, the force of that wall could crush your light down into a black hole.
Of course, it helps to have solid grounding and conviction in something reasonable, first.
M has expressed frustration that I have been acquiring supplies — particularly for painting — and have not progressed beyond, “little squares.” (I’m not sure she understands how difficult the medium of watercolor is, however…)
My little squares, though they could be made in a more aesthetically pleasing manner, are doing something for me: they’re familiarizing me with the medium. I don’t feel comfortable jumping from having done nearly nothing into a place where I have no ground to stand on and don’t know how to kick or stroke.
Doing that, and working out my familiarization in a way in which I am likely to destroy my first five paintings (if not more), would be…almost traumatic, for me. So I’m working on little squares. Little squares, I can handle; and although the progression there is incremental, and likely to hit a roadblock when I try actually using the colors in application, at least it is something, and I’m learning from it. Without something, I’m paralyzed because I’m being expected to perform as an intermediate or advanced student without having taken beginner classes.
Maybe M can move forward like that; but I’ve noticed that, in her own design work, she doesn’t think ahead. She plunges forward and then hits a roadblock and doesn’t know where to go from there. In contrast, I think things out much further, but then am criticized for my tentativeness and my expensive preparations and my lack of starting.
And actually, now that I’m looking at my notes, I can also see a pattern here: and not just in the delicateness of my process and my work.
I probably write about art so much because it’s easier for me to write about art than it is for me to get up the courage to actually do it. I’ve been writing nearly constantly, for all of my life. Writing is familiar to me, and it’s easier for me to do this than it is for me to sit down with a paintbrush, no matter the chances of coming out with something beautiful as an end product (though maybe I will try and keep that in mind as a goal. I have a chance of making something beautiful if I risk failure. If I do not, I have no chance of doing the same).
Writing about work, though, is not at all equivalent to actually doing it.
I’ve got to make a number of lifestyle changes relatively soon. Many of these — most, actually — are related to my mental and physical health. I need to floss regularly. I need to brush my teeth and wash my face well in advance of bedtime. I need to avoid late nights (sugar cravings come on after 11 PM). I need to drink more water and avoid excess sugar. I need to shower more often, and to exercise (and stretch) more often and more regularly; and if I can, I ought to try to meditate regularly (doing all of this may allow me to reduce my medications…and drop down a few sizes).
Along with this — I wonder if it would be too much of a strain for me to try and wake up with the Sun, so I have all the hours of the day to do my work and my art, as versus doing art in the afternoon and taking photos in the late afternoon or evening (when it’s dark). Or, less optimally, doing art at nighttime with less-than-natural light.
It’s something to think about. Maybe tonight I can try going to bed early, instead of trying to wring all the good I can get out of the day, and see if I am able and willing to get up at, say, 7 AM tomorrow (as I tried to do, today). And maybe if I have the art play as a lure to get me out of bed…I’ll actually do it.