Confession: I am guilty of a crime. Evidently it is very serious. I know it and I feel terrible about it. My feelings of guilt over this crime create a negative feedback loop and have led to a paralysis of inaction.
What is this crime, you may ask? It is the crime of inconsistent blog postings. Unforgivable – or so I’m told!
The last few months have been overwhelmingly busy, unfortunately taken up completely with things that have little or nothing to do with making artwork. This week, I finished up a couple of big projects, and I’m finally able to see some light at the end of the tunnel. I was even able to sneak in several hours of studio time this week, although there is nothing I really want to show at the moment.
But how to solve this problem of trying to get back into a more regular schedule of blogging? In the past, the kinds of postings I’ve done for the most part have taken a lot of time and thought. But lately, I haven’t felt that I have anything really involving or deep to share with the world, and that has led to me just avoiding it altogether. The solution came to me this morning: it’s for me to do something that takes the pressure off.
I was looking through my photos today searching for a specific image, and I realize I have a vast trove that I’ve never shared. Many of them are integral to my development as an artist. Although rarely do I ever make a piece based on a particular photo, my photo-taking process is critical in developing my eye and understanding what I find interesting as far as texture, composition, and aesthetics. I’m not much of a one for Instagram, so what I’m going to do is try some quick-hit type posts here on my blog, perhaps with little to no explanation, as I and I alone see fit. At times I may have more to say, and that’s OK too. Isn’t it great to have a space that’s all yours, to do with as you like!
It is also another example of my ongoing love affair with white and white work.
It’s snowing again today – yeehaw. We’ve had a lot of snow this winter – I mean, a lot. I’m not inclined to go to the trouble of looking it up, but I can say that my shoveling muscles have had way more use than in recent years past. I do love winter, especially since I’m no longer required to get up early and drive through it to go to a regular desk job every day, but really – enough is enough. However, if I must endure more white outside yet again, then it’s a good day to think about white work. Here are some inspiration photos to help set the mood.