It’s cold, the leaves are changing hue, perfect weather. That means I’m amping up my production. I can’t help it, I’m a sucker for the chill and long, dark nights. If I had a fireplace, I would be set. I could do anything. Oh well, someday…
You missed Mandy’s second, artist salon… in our living room. A good time was had by all. There was music, there was reading, there was spoken word and monologue performances. It’s kind of like a TED Talk meets Vaudeville, but with Rice Krispie treats. And there was a chunk of wall covered in my latest paintings. Which was strange. It seems part of my brain has not caught up to what I’ve been doing since the end of the summer.
In the past, when we had shindigs of a creative nature, I put up my current work, which usually meant 10 or so ink drawings. Given the amount of time it took to make a decent body of work in my ink style, my production was always relatively small. Breathtaking, of course, I am awesome, but still, the display didn’t even begin to dominate my allotted space, let alone the room.
But that wasn’t the case on Sunday. Just the last two weeks of painting filled a third of the wall with ease. In fact, I found myself having to edit would make it to the wall, a new problem I have no issues with whatsoever. When it was my turn to present my work, I found that I had to grab my entire pile of paintings to explain what I was doing and what I intended to do in the future. It was the first time I held all the work I’d done since August in my hands at once. My daily paintings looked like this…
The rough numbers are something like 50-odd daily paintings, 30-odd Civil War paintings, 30-odd random paintings and a ton of failures (which are part of the learning curve). It adds up to 100+ paintings in 10 weeks. That may not sound like much to you, but compared to my inky days, that’s huge. I would’ve been excited with 20 or 30 ink drawings in 10 weeks. And that would be 10 weeks working 12 hour days, bouts of insomnia and self-imposed social isolation. Because without that kind of devotion, there was no way for me to do my thing in ink. But with the painting, I’ve knocked out a stack of paintings working 2 or 3 hour days, then moved on to all kinds of other stuff: editing my novel for Box Books, laying out a picture book, working on my idiotic infortainment songs for my equally idiotic band, visiting family and friends, working my part time job and doing “city” things just because I can instead of saying no to everything because I have to draw. It’s weird.
And it’s not like I’m going to slow down. As I mentioned above, things are moving faster. And since faster was part of this new take on art, everything is getting better as well. Which is stranger still.
Of course, there are still setbacks. Not with the work I’ve been hammering out. I seem to have found the magical combination necessary to getting things done: black and white paint, gray paper, lots of music and odd ideas out the butt.
However, for some reason, I keep trying to do other things. Dumb, Tim, dumb. Like this week, I thought if only I could find a paper, larger and better quality, then I could do… well, I don’t know what, my reasoning didn’t really go that far. Consequently, I found some larger, better quality paper to experiment with only to run into the same kind of failure I’ve come to expect when I deviate from the functional path I’ve discovered. I know what I should do with my time, at least for the foreseeable future, and all this ‘what if-ing’ just gets in the way.
And with that, it’s time to get back on the path and path my way to something cool for today and then have a life and do all the stuff you people do like grocery shopping and commuting. Oh the excitement!