Implicit/Explicit

non toxic art…

Since my last post, Baby has grown so much and can content herself for a decent hour or two drooling and gnawing on whatever her chubby little hands can find. Her new sense of independence inspired me to find inspiration. Damn. It’s wonderful to get that sudden surge of energy to create, until you realize you have no idea what to devote your time to; especially when time is scarce. You start wracking you brain with combinations of ideas hoping for :shocking, powerful, truthful, personal, political? controversial? Eventually it becomes depressingly obvious how contrived your project will turn out. Times up! Baby undoubtedly wants a private show of dance moves to Rufus Wainwright songs.

This process repeats itself for days until I come across problem #2. Fumes. Baby appreciates pure and clean air to breath. Plans that had possibly revolved around abstract experimentation with paint go out the window. I have also generally disliked the restrictions of working with materials that make a more defined mark so the search is on for something really smudgy.

Rummage through art supplies on hand.

Pastels. Chalk pastels. Hmph. I suppose these’ll do.

Here are a few of this past month’s experimentations. No real direction as of yet or grasp of the material but we’ll see how it all progresses.

I enjoyed myself with the chalk pastels but found that as pastels are wont to be, don’t allow for much contrast and are too light. Another unpremeditated perk was that the mess was minimal and location didn’t matter. Perhaps I will venture into oil pastels.

Past Picture Posts

So, as one may deduce by the title, every post up to this entry is an art project conceived and executed over the last three and a half years. During this time, various styles and ideas emerged under the guidance and experience of art school and university, though never fully developed nor fully explored. I suppose that could be the beginning of a process towards self discovery and evolution in an artist’s work.

I should have guessed, in typical fashion, that feeling increasingly confident and ready to settle in to my life as an art student was a warning that Life would grab me by the ankles and spin me over her head until I was sufficiently disoriented and had to re-stabilize.

My baby is all of 3 months old at this point and though she is my love and my life, I still live to love art.

Spring is right around the corner and a few blocks down is summer.

This is an optimistic attempt to rediscover my craft