I’m talking about the post I just wrote, and lost.
Ah, well. Facebook keeps reminding me that I haven’t posted in a while. I apologize for my absence. The truth is, I’ve run straight into a brick wall of an artist’s block. I’m as stuck as a car in a muddy ditch.
This has happened before. I’d lose the excitement of my work, and come up with some horrid pieces. That’s exactly what has happened now.
I thought the change in seasons would revive me, but no. It’s time to take a break and play around with other creative outlets. But I’ll be back. Ready to start fresh again.
So, in the meantime, I’m leaving you with a drawing I did many years ago, of a season like this….spring easing into summer. It was a fruitful time artistically for me, going back many years to when I lived in Greenwich. Goodbye, but only for a while.
I’m kind of struggling here. I’m trying to catch the excitement that I had for the artwork I did in New York, but have yet to capture in Connecticut. Most of my work here, has come out boringly representational. I kind of realize the elements I’m missing…
I did put human objects as subject matter, and work heavily on a design with them. Abstract them, to a certain point. Here are some NYC that show my focus.
The closest thing I’ve done like that in Connecticut is this. It leans too far the the pure representational side.
Anyway, I think I know what I have to do to get back on the road!
As well as raining here.
My friend just asked me the other day if I regretted moving from NYC to Connecticut. Truth is, I don’t. I think I already went into how I remember the romance and excitement of the City, but not the humdrum stress. Like the idea of New York City in the rain.
Of course, there are some things I miss and always will. For instance, the white cherry blossoms at the beginning of spring. The skyline at night:
In general, I miss a lot of the human made parts of the vista. Yes, I enjoy nature, but for art, it starts to lack an interesting focal point. Yeah, really.
So, in honor of the memory of what is not really New York, here are some ATCs I made while I was trying to think of a way to make money. Funny thing, I never did find out a way..
There was a song big in the sixties, during the folk music era. The lyric went something like this;
To everything, turn turn turn…there is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Some of you, I know, remember this song. Some of you, will remember it because your parents played it. I think it was made popular by Peter, Paul and Mary, but I’m to lazy to Google it to be sure.
For me, the season has been spring, but the purpose of the time wasn’t art. I had family issues, a new job that turned into a horror show, and all sorts of sundry events and mishaps that life takes from time to time.
And so, finally, I can turn, turn, turn back to my artwork!
I’ve been away for a while…lots of upheaval in my personal life, some good, some bad. I’ve started a new day job, which means, until I’m settled in it, I don’t have the energy for artwork. Money is nice, but in the meantime, spring is rapidly running away from me. There’s always next year, at least, I always hope there is a next year.
So, almost paradise:
So, it’s the first day of May. Spring has finally gotten here, and May is my favorite month. November is my least liked month, but that’s another story. And so it goes.
In my personal life, I’m about to lose the woman I think of as my mother-in-law. She will transition in a few days to what I believe is a better existence.
There’s something dis-harmonic about death in the spring; something that runs counter to the direction the rest of nature is taking. While life and flowers are blossoming anew, death seems out of place.
However, if I truly believe we have a better existence after death….maybe it isn’t so out of place. Perhaps it signals the blossoming of life on another plane. That’s what I’m going to choose to think, and it may possibly be true.
So, in the time that I so looked forward to, spring, I’m stuck with a stubborn case of artist’s block. You’d think, with all the time off I’ve had, I’d be fruitful as fruitflies. I’ve made attempts, but nothing that I’m excited about..at least excited enough to do the hard work behind doing a drawing. I’m left wondering WTH happened, and what do I do now.
Then, gazing at the beautiful spring day, I realized, not only is spring beautiful, it’s also pretty. It’s the type of pretty that brings out the cliches in everyone. Doing something original is about impossible, with all these darn flowers everywhere!
20 x16 inch image. Lightfast colored pencil on archival cotton rag paper.