UThis summer has been so very trying on my creativity. I took a job in an art gallery and seemingly lost my creative mojo. There were so many works around me, very few of which I wanted to feel any influence by, and on the whole my little brain has felt completely an utterly overwhelmed. Compounded with the amount of time that the job takes up I feel like I have been in for it.
This morning I woke up with a piece in my head though. I haven’t in a while, but I know that when I do there is some soup about to get made. I’m off to the soup. I figured that if I couldn’t figure out where I was going it was probably because I never got to where I was headed with the last body of work. Sometimes I forget that a new series of work doesn’t have to concern an entirely new approach or concept. Sometimes it can just be a matter of the growth of your ideas. And so I have returned to the succulents with the tessellations, albeit a bit smaller this time, and my heart feels light. I know I’m doing something right tonight.
I’m excited to see what the studio brings tomorrow. Peace.
-Mike