I’m typing this as another lazy Sunday afternoon turns to evening. Seems like as good a time as any to announce my return to my site/blog.
I’m sure all artists experience creative blockages, dry spells…even artistic frustration. The last three weeks of my journey have been extremely challenging. Of course it’s difficult to come home from a busy workday and pick up a paintbrush. But unless you’re the fortunate heir to a trust fund–and I can assume that not many artists are–you work, just like I do. So I don’t use my banking career as an excuse.
I am consistently called on the productivity carpet when I visit museums and galleries. Today’s artists catalog thousands of works in their careers. Not unlike the Old Masters who literally skipped sleeping and eating to paint, sacrifice pays off in the art world now more than ever.
The Warhol quote above resurfaced this week as I was reconsidering my direction. For me, the word creative does not conjure up an image of restriction, calmness, control. Instead, I envision chaos, energy, even abandon.
With new resolve, I am committed to that brand of creativity. The one that just keeps moving while the rest of the world is merely thinking about it.
Thoughts? Please leave me a comment.
Erika Jessop 