After a long day of painting and contemplating the woes of the life of the starving artist (fortunately, they are all financial and, therefore, rather quickly bested), I tucked myself beneath our electric blanket to sleep the chilly night away. It was in that exact second I remembered that I hadn’t blogged. Or rather finished my blog post…
Strangely, as I reduce the amount of time I spend per day working on my craft, the harder it’s become to remember to blog. I think it has to do with the fact that during my inky years, the blog was a chance to come up for air, a recess in between endless hours of drawing. Now, it’s just another thing on my Tuesday list of things to do. That’s not a bad thing, just a subtle change in how I view my activities and time management. I’ll have to do a little better in the new year at keeping things straight.
Anyway, here’s what you didn’t read yesterday:
Suck It 2015!
See you in 2016. Yep. The holidays are upon us. Shopping, competitive gift giving and record setting sleeping in. And no blogging until next year. You won’t bother me, I won’t bother you. Everyone wins.
So, the wrap up. Not the year I expected. But that’s not a bummer either. It’s just par for the course. Though since I’m mostly playing by myself, I could lie and say I’m actually like 15 or 17 under par, all with just a 9 iron, if you can believe that. I’m a chipping fool. But I like to keep things honest, said as that may be at times.
The painting is the greatest surprise of the year. Had anyone said I would crank out more than 100 paintings starting in August, I would have said they were crazy. Yet, here are the paintings. I’m not exactly sure what to do with them, but they exist. Some are good. Some are decent. A couple kind of suck but that’s what I could do that day…
I’m still looking for faster and messier. Given that I spent ten years drawing with the tiniest pen point imaginable, it’ll take time for me to work faster and messier. I’m not quite where I would like to be in the game of gesture versus precision. My default setting is to slow down, take my time, find the right mark or line and systematically make it happen. Which is great for pen and ink but simply terrible for brushy, messy painting. I’m not completely sure how to get faster and messier, odds are this is a mental issue that can only be dealt with through experimentation and piles of painting, but I’ll figure it out.
And then there’s the writing. I started the year rather big on writing, mostly because I enjoy doing it and it is cheapest, fastest way to get an idea on the page. But as the year went on, I’ve lost a lot of my energy for writing. It seems to me that we don’t live in a time of great writing. Sure, occasionally something amazing comes into being and, more amazingly still, gets the attention it deserves; but for the most part, the picking are slim. We live in a time where movies, which includes things like TV shows and nonsense on the internet, rule the roost. Intimate or epic, more people get their sense of place and culture from the sights and sounds of moving images than ever before. The technology to produce such things is near ubiquitous. The means of production, construction and distribution are in our pockets or the palm of our hand all the time. That means a major shift in what we value and why.
I’m not sure that writing, as a stand-alone art form, is as prestigious as it used to be. Which makes it harder to focus on writing just to write. Where I once thought a novel here or there might be an interesting way to talk about the world, I now think it’s probably a poor use of time. The desire for storytelling doesn’t change, but the media does. Not to change with it seems like a terrible idea.
Not sure where writing will fit into what want to do in 2016. Maybe it won’t. There are still a lot of changes in the works. Just as I can’t rule anything out, I can’t give anything undue support either. Be it writing or painting or whatever, everything has to pull its weight or be left behind.
And with that somber thought in mind, I’m going to take a vacation from all things internet until the first week in January. You’re busy. I’m busy. There’s all that travel to be had, heaps of food to be eaten, naps to be taken and gifts to be given. Happy holidays and I’ll see you in the new year.