Tackling another feline. This one is much bigger with more fur. As usual I have no plan of attack. I’ll probably stare at this base drawing for a couple of days just visualizing how I would like for it to look before I get brave enough to lay a drop of ink on it. I’ve been doing pointillism for years yet I still and will probably always get nervous whenever I start inking a new drawing.
I hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day. I myself have been wrapped up in pulling together some thoughtful creative gifts for my three mothers (biological, step and in-law), hence my absence over the last week. I’m pleased to say that they all enjoyed their gifts and life is back to the usual routine now. In the midst of all that I was able to finish up, what I have come to call “Soul’s Door”, with the help of a few friends. I have to say I wasn’t really sure how this was going to turn out. I still have yet to build up my confidence in stippling fur but I think I’m getting the hang of my own style in doing so. I’m on to my next piece, which will also involve fur so I’ll be getting more practice in. Soon I will no longer feel nervous about tackling Nature’s furry creatures. 😊
I’m used to being the kind of person who can get the hang of something by the third try. As of today, I see I’m going to have to throw that thought out the window with this stamp carving. So far I’ve mutilated somewhere between 20-25 erasers and my carvings are still not up to par with say my linocut carvings, which are now proving to be much easier. These designs I create look deceptively simple when drawn out in paper but once I transfer them to the eraser they can turn out to be somewhat of a pain when it comes to carving them.
Now don’t get my grumbling wrong, I’m a trooper and sticking with it and working through this journey of creative growth, although I now can clearly understand why some artists just go out and buy the stamps. This stuff ain’t easy. But you really can’t beat the satisfaction of creating your own unique designs, so I’m gonna keep marching on. 😊
I have to confess the one aspect of creating art that gives me much anxiety, besides creating the art, is giving it a title.
On rare occasion this task comes with ease, where image, concept and suitable words come together almost magically. But more often than not the titles I come up with are inspired by songs stuck in my head. Sometimes it’s the actual title of the song or sometimes it’s a few lyrics that I particularly like. Sometimes the title or lyrics actually convey something I want to express and sometimes they don’t. Then there are times when there’s nothing I’m trying to say, nothing I’m trying to convey, where no songs are suck in my head and I find myself just sitting there, staring at my work as if it’s a rorschach test hoping that something will come to me. The good thing is that due to pointillism being such a time consuming process, I get quite a bit of time to work this out before I finish. Yet every once in a while I will get to the end of a piece and find myself at a loss of a decent title.
…I sense that this current drawing that I’m working on might turn out to be just that. Here’s to a rorschach test waiting to happen.
Have you ever enjoyed working on a piece of art so much that you end up feeling a tinge of sadness when you finally finish it? That’s how I felt after completing “See You”. I really wanted to drag it out a bit more but as an artist you learn that if you keep fiddling with your work beyond its completion you’re bound to mess it up. So I stopped. I have other drawings ready and waiting but I’m not too eager to get to them just yet. I think in some way as artists we form relationships with each piece that we make and with some of those “relationships”, finishing the work feels like going through a breakup, where need a little time to yourself before you can move on and put your heart into another piece.
I guess for the next two or three days I can turn my attention to stamp carving and work on some other projects while my heart mends. Honestly, I wish that I didn’t get so emotionally attached to my work but I think that if I didn’t I wouldn’t put as much care into it and the act of creating art wouldn’t have as much meaning to me. I probably wouldn’t even be an artist if my heart wasn’t in it. Strange how the very thing that gives me life is also the very thing that gives me pain. In the end though, there’s probably no better way. ❤