No surf. Played backyard cricket.
Sculpted all day and night. Chiselling, rasping, scraping, sanding.
Hands are blistered and sore. The whirlwind of a groove.
I know I couldn't be bothered sculpting last week. I'm scraping in my head as I write this.
The other day it was oil pastel, 2 or 3 days of intense concentration. Abstract, ochre pallette, figures and landscapes.
Then comes a shift of sorts, a distraction or a diversion. A shifting of brain, a changing of persona, to accommodate the new intrusion. Maybe it is from those I love and very welcome, or from work or a job to do. Either way the intrusion is neccessary. However, momentum may also be lost
I would love to get more lost more often in such grooves, and for much longer too.
Sustained bursts can generate a more intense and rigorous result. Then its back to life.
The above picture was done about 10 years ago. The higly detailed allegorical piece, also containing narritives of green activism, was, of course, done in a burst. I havn't done anything like it since.
This reminds me of my own honours creation that seems somewhat far from me at present. It is a written creation rather than drawn but I think the allegorical/details characteristics are still present. I haven't done anything like it since either. I remember getting lost in those creative grooves, swept up in a movement of creativity, feeling quite intoxicated by it. I have found work to be intrusive but family never. I also think that creativity has to be caught sometimes as though luring something in from the ether, sometimes we catch it, sometimes we don't, but the real trick is in harnessing its energy when we find it. I think I like this kind of dialog donkey, keep it up and I might just find that elusive firefly called creation, once held gently in my hands...
ReplyDeleteI love this creation of yours by the way.