Here's a stream-of-consciousness kind of a post, which usually stays as a draft until I get collect more words, but for some reason, on this particular Saturday morning, I feel inclined to post just as is.
Long, dark tunnel - not depression - creatively purgatory - "wasting" 24 months?
Wednesday night talk - youth rebelling against establishment bringing changes in art movements - total satisfaction in getting out something unrelated to what the speaker said
Conrad and Deby - being asked what's new in my life and having to type, "Nothing, really, nothing".
Sensing some of the past efforts coming together - directions for short- and mid-terms
Weaving my swirly designs - Carol Hannah sticking to what she does best
Helping Ali wind a warp - the reality/drudgery of weavers' work
Friday night opening - change in attitude - not liking but being curious about some art - art to me is "pretty" and "finished" - when conceptual textile art works
Appreciate my art friends
Feeling dreadful about the gap between "high" textile (??) RT Cally and still thinking of my swirly designs, being true to oneself, and Carol Hannah
Imagining, not planning, what I could weave before the end of this year
Sometimes it feels putting things into words ruins the thought, like verbalizing is intellectualizing and over-analyzing, and even categorizing, and I loose the original picture.
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