There is quite a scene going on in the studio today. It's like plate spinning, only imagine paintings doing cartwheels. A mash-up of deadlines and demos and contracts have created the perfect art storm. There isn't any thunder or lightning yet, but it is only a matter of time.
I want to complain and moan and whine about how hard this is. But that would be a big old lie. It is so much fun and is how I work best, really. Under pressure, forced to just get started so I don't get hung up on the thinking about it. Swim or swim, I say. Sinking is not an option. But I suppose some days, like Fezzik, I only think I am swimming (or climbing faster) when really I'm just treading water.
It is only day four of the paint-a-thon, and already the art is getting bossy. "Paint this!" "Try that!" When you flex your creative muscle, sometimes it gets ahead of you. Bossy paintings are obnoxious until you pay attention to them (kind of like this big dog who is bumping my arm telling me it is time to eat). But in the end, following the siren call (or loud yelling) of the paint will generally get you somewhere special. Now the real question for today is: will I be able to hear the bossy art calling over the people yelling at the t.v. during the Super Bowl? hmmmm.
Thank you to everyone who shared their stories of play yesterday! The lucky duck whose name flew out of the hat is Dotty! "Wilbur" will be flying off to you in Monday's post. Congratulations!
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation