Good thing I didn't gush, huh? Looking at a hot day, possibly 91 degrees, which means indoor art day, probably interrupted by needed catch up sleep. I feel like getting lost in handwork today. Yesterday I made three canvases of interesting abstract patterns and textures that I want to print on fabric and play with for a background for the beaded skull. Finding the correct background for this puppy is tough -- the detail and intense colors are tough to complement. Am thinking that I need to piece a background from computer generated fabric cut with some solids, then paint it with copper and gold, then bead it and add some sculptural elements. Kind of like a graffiti covered concrete wall, something ugly made to sparkle a bit, dull, but not.
Taking an artistic plunge and devoting effort, time, and materials to an idea that might not pan out, that might be a waste of precious efforts, is tough. Knowing it might not work creates a form of anxiety that is challenging, but also motivating. Can I make it work? Can I solve this visual puzzle? Can I follow the muse through the labyrinth of material choices until the end of the road appears? Will I get stuck again? Will the art "work" or look ridiculous? This is the part of the process that most people don't see when seeing your art. The tightrope. The tension to make an idea come to fruition with confidence and persistence. The work of art. Making art is fun and enjoyable, but at some point it does become work -- in a good sense of the word -- the mental challenge and internal dialogue is what it is all about.
What will you make today?