So as I’m sitting here now, having pressed backspace more times than I’ve hit the shutter button on my camera, I remember that I’ve always had a love/hate relationship when it comes to putting words next to art.
My attitude was any artwork should somehow speak for itself, and that all the details of how, what and why should remain at the very top of the shelf, collecting dust..or perhaps ween their way out to the world, obscured in some way.
But then the curiosity of whats unreachable seems to get the better of me, and the knowing whats inside becomes an enabler of sorts.
For the purpose of curiosity, I’m going to dip a toe into the whirlpool of starting a blog. And even though I consider myself a mostly mute (other than thank you’s) social media user, I hope this blog will serve as a good challenge to at the very least exercise my literary skills.
I will take the same approach to this blog as I do with making work, which in all most all cases is going in with no idea, head-first. I justify that by telling myself I feel the creative ‘burn’ or ‘zing’ (insert infinite words here) more when the idea somehow jumps out of me with a special kind of laziness on my end.
The few times I have had any formal kind of ‘planning’ has always felt slightly wrong to me, and the result speaks for itself. Then bring in those voices of disappointment and self doubt. So whether I’m taking photos or painting the only things I run on are muscle memory and light. The rest I leave to the unknown .