Thursday, July 1, 2010
1. far far away II patchwork quilt, 2. Bag for Miss C, 3. Tea Time & Space (Detail), 4. embroidery of Tudlik stone cut, 5. Three little fimo birds, 6. untitled (5 to Initiate), 7. Barney P. Dustshelves, 8. guardian of the forest, 9. Poisson d'avril !, 10. Dollhouse furniture, 11. sometimes my mind wanders, 12. Summer Flowers pattern, 13. finished custom order, 14. Orange Stuffed Cat, 15. Max #2 Birthday 055, 16. 25022010717, 17. 170/365 Spit Spot!, 18. Moomin Papa, 19. 3 Love yetis, 20. The The Mighty Boosh Myspace Secret Show
I made up a new word as I was thinking about what I needed to get off of my chest this morning. Inspircrastination. That's what the internet is for me these days. I'm trying to whittle myself down to only 15 minutes of surfing a morning, but that is proving to be much harder than it looks.
I thought of a quote I wanted to help me explain this problem, something I vaguely remembered being a powerful idea. I decided it was probably Virginia Woolf's doing, and lo and behold, less than a minute later, the internet delivered me this quote.
"For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice."
- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
And that's what the inspiration of flickr and blogs and facebook have been for me. This sort of pulsating heartbeat of 'thinking in common'. The inspiration of the creativity of the artists around the world working NOW. It's an addictive substance.
I'm not claiming that I have a masterpiece in the works, or that I've made one, or even that I will EVER make one, but it is how I feel about my work. That my work isn't really MY PROPERTY. It's more like my privilege to pull from my subconscious. From the bigger subconscious. Because just by virtue of living now, in this time, this place, with these people, I am part of the larger Paradigm of NOW. And who but you, but me, but anyone can share what we are experiencing NOW. The people before us didn't have it, and the people after us won't have it either. And there is so much available to us now to feel, to share, to be and to make. You can find like-minded artistic souls literally across the world and share your work with them, friend them, see what they are making, comment on it, support it, buy it, own it, have it! ...sheesh I'm freaking myself out...
And this addiction to everyones art, the visual representation of the pulsating heartbeat of the people is powerful with me. I want to surf flickr all day and just imbibe the energy and work of the artists around me. The ones I have singled out and followed, their blog, their work, their etsy shop, their photostream.
And it's a type of procrastination. Because the longer I lay in the wake of all the art that is coming now, that is being NOW, the less I am making myself. The less I am contributing to the world of the mass subconscious.
It's a little loop too, because if I just cut myself off from that stream, I almost immediately feel lost and confused and bereft.
I think losing television close to ten years ago influences a lot of these feelings. I don't have the connection to the basic workings of the conscious mind of the body of the people. Things like television and advertising bring you much closer to the NOW of America (since I'm in America, I say that, because I know our TV is much different than everyone elses). I definitely don't miss the shows or the advertising, but I often feel myself out of the more general loop of the everyday world around me.
I think a lot of people take that connection for granted, but having chosen to give it up, I have gained a lot of free time, but lost the baseline of most peoples conscious connection to America. If you meet strangers on the train, or in the laundromat, or even relatives you barely speak to, television often seems to come up as the basis for conversation. It's an easy subject everyone can relate to. Only I can't relate to it. Not really. I watch a few television shows at home, on the computer, but always years after they've come out, never as they're showing.
My internet surfing is my cure for the moments of oddity where I feel alone and singled out as an artist because I lack the connection to the pop culture of now. Of course, as an artist with a television, I often felt alone and singled out anyway, so maybe it's not as big of a change as I think it is.
I guess the point of my ramble is that I need to learn a balance (a huge theme in my life, the lack of balance. I generally feel grounded, but not quite balanced) between the inspiration that helps me create, and the time I need to actually make things.
Does anyone have any tips? I'm figuring it out but would love a few pointers. :D
To conclude my rambling rant...I need to go make some stuff and share it with you.
Here are some new photos of things.
I showed you the plain green mask. Here's one step further.
And here's the finished piece. With detail shots.
And here's me modelling it along with a lovely necklace and pair of earrings I got from Chveya that I've been wearing every day to work since I got them. Lovely stuff!
And here's my first stab at a grocery bag. I'm not in love with the colors but I wanted to use up some fabric that's been just sitting in a bin for at least two years.
Those crummy .99 cent grocery bags we bought at the store are slowly disintegrating, and I wanted to make something that might actually last more than six months.
Anyway, that's my contribution to the world of now. Off to work!