When it comes to this week’s prompt I thought it would be nice to dig through some of my many flash-drives and pull up some work of mine that I personally feel were not fulfilling. When I started my undergrad I was quite a stubborn student; strictly working with black ink on canvas board. I hated to use color, painting was a pain, and sculpture held no interest for me. What I did love though was drawing.
I would spend hours every day drawing; not necessarily for the content of the piece, but for the lines themselves. I was obsessed with bold lines, making each one absolutely perfect. While my drawings did garner attention, getting into a couple shows here and there, it was exhausting for me mentally. It was getting to the point where I would spend upwards of 5-8 hours working on one single line. I wasn’t enjoying making art anymore. It was becoming a chore more than anything. Due to this, my message was being lost, and the pieces were becoming hollow; almost like drawing coloring books.
Notice how at the beginning of this post I put that the pieces were unfulfilling, not unsuccessful. I try not to view work based on good or bad, because in the end even the “worst” piece ends up being a crucial stepping stone for something greater to follow. So for that, every piece becomes important. While my drawings fell flat by themselves, they eventually led to new processes such as laser cut collages as well as installations. Moral of the story: the most important part about creating art is that you have to have fun.