I have a tumultuous relationship with the act of making art. Core to the struggles I face is me overthinking things – of getting in my own way – so my hope is that by capturing some of that here in a blog post I might free my mind of excess mental CPU these worryings drain.
Let me start by saying: creating for me is really damn hard. As hard as I’ve tried to correct it, I still have a lingering subliminal expectation that painting or drawing should be this euphoric, trance-like experience where one rises to a plane to commune with Degas and Mondrian in effortlessly originating a masterpiece. It’s a sexy notion of how things get made, but I’ve seldom found it to be true.Read More