I am truly thankful for boredom. I know that may sound weird but it’s true. Unfortunately it gets a bad rap. Culturally we’ll do almost anything to avoid it and we often treat it like it’s some sort of disease that needs to be cured. But I think boredom is nothing to be afraid of or avoided. Actually it’s a very important part of my artistic process. You see, for me, inspiration, imagination and creativity are the sparks that get my artistic energy flowing but it’s boredom that often fuels my work.
My creative ideas are infinite. I can always think up something of interest to create so I’m never short of ideas, it’s getting around to sitting down and actually creating that’s the problem. And in this day and age that can be a difficult task. We have so many things that we can busy ourselves with that we can easily mistaken busyness for productivity without ever realizing that we’re not being productive at all. It reminds me of something I once read in regards to writers back when I was taking a creative writing class. There are two kinds of writers, the first is the kind of writer who reads writing books, joins writing groups, does writing exercises, goes to writing seminars and takes writing courses. The second kind of writer just sits down and writes. One writer is caught up in what I call “busy work”, the other is being productive. Sometimes busy work can lead to something productive but a lot of times it just creates the illusion of productivity. This can easily apply to artists as well so I often think about it to keep myself in line. It’s easy to get wrapped up in cruising the art supply store, buying new pens, sketchbooks and paper. I could easily spend time thumbing through art magazines, keeping tabs on other artists who inspire me and chit chatting with other artists and followers on social media. Now this isn’t to say that doing any of this is bad, it all has its part, it’s just that to be a productive artist I need to sit down and create art. That’s just the reality of it all. I can have the best art supplies, have a lot of artist connections and be surrounded with amazing artistic inspiration but it doesn’t count for doing the work and doing it well. There is no way around it. And for me to get to that point I personally need to get bored. It’s only when I’m face to face with boredom that I have no other choice but to sit down and do the work. It’s there in the stillness and silence of boredom that I am forced to be creative. I can no longer do the dance of avoidance. Without anything else to tantalize my senses or stimulate my mind, I pick up my pen and draw.
I now have the lineart drawn out for what I will be calling the “Koi Pond” series. So far it looks good but what I’m a bit intimidate by is all the ink that will be required to fill in the background to give the appearance of actually being in a pond…or at least some kind of body of water. Thank goodness I have some extra pens on hand because it may take two or three to finish this series out. Wish me luck.
On another note while drawing out this series, creativity struck me and I found myself scribbling out thumbnail sketches for another three piece series. I’m pretty excited about it but I’m not going to mention much right now. What I will say is that it will be a black and white series that may prove to be the most challenging for me for what I have in mind. I’m calling it “Broken Wing” but that is all that I’m going to hint at for now. 😊
Here’s to all the long forgotten things I find hidden in old sketchpads. I don’t remember drawing this but I signed it and dated it 2006, so I guess I did it. But this whole signing my name to my creations may one day be my undoing (I’m knocking on wood right now in hopes that it won’t). It brings to mind of my very first drawing as a child when all I could do was scribble up some stick figures, triangles, circles and squares. On one evening I decided to get creative and to the best of my perverse imagination (yeah… it starts young), I drew up the most provocative image of a stick man that my eight year old mind could hash out. (To my defense it was the 80s and I’m not sure my mother knew what actually came on late at night on HBO.) Upon completion I sat back and admired my handy work with a smile. But my glee soon came to a halt when I heard my mother coming into the living room. That little voice inside said “Quick, hide it!”…or maybe it was that little red creature with horns that periodically pops up out of no where on my shoulder. Anywho, I quickly shoved it under the couch and said what all children say when mother comes into the room and asks “What are you doing?” “Oh…nothing.” I answered with a innocent dose of big brown puppy dog eyes. And that was that. Before long it was dinner time and my young, easily distracted mind had moved on to other things.
Over the weekend I was doing that never ending weekly chore of cleaning my bedroom when I heard the vacuum cleaner come to an abrupt stop and my mother was suddenly summoning me out into the living room. That long hosed dust monster leaned strategically against her hip as she held out before me a slightly crumpled piece of paper with what was…well…an over “exaggerated” drawing of a naked stick man. She glared down at me and asked “Did you draw this?” I mustered up the most convincing voice my little body could squeak out.
And then there was the pause. She leaned down and glared at me harder and with a tone of suspicion she said, “Then why is your name on it?”
That was the moment when I realized I would make a terrible criminal.
I’m not drawing naked stick men anymore, thank goodness. I think my skills have developed enough to get beyond drawing sticks anyway but coming across this drawing conjured up that old memory of my first attempt at being creative. I guess we all have to start somewhere. 😋
Taking my time with building this drawing. I’m working with only nine colors; six primaries along with brown, rose and black. Trying to create different colors along with various hues with a limited palette is a bit challenging but fun. I tend to think that creativity flourishes not when their are many options but rather when your options are limited.