When I was a beginning undergraduate student, I naturally contended with my share of art assignments. I was never overly bothered by assignments in art class. My self-challenge, when given a directed project to complete, was always to figure out how I might interpret the directives in a way I'd find interesting, challenging and absorbing. Invariably, the task required focus and a willingness to make some circuitous translations of the given assignment's seeming requirements. I knew an idea or solution was good if I was afraid to begin, nervous to put the idea in motion and/or supremely hesitant to see what would transpire. If I felt afraid, or restless, or worried (or tempted to come up with a safer idea) then I knew I HAD to carry on with my initial impulse.
I recall these feelings now, because I've cleared the long wall in my studio--readying it for the next painting/collage/installation. I believe I know the elements of the painting--this last month has been a guide. I feel restless though. I'm not going to write any more about it--idea-wise that is... But I've brewed my second cup of tea,
posted to this blog,
emptied the dishwasher and
swept the studio floor.
I've just got to get going.