Second Renaissance
It has been a long project, mostly out of putting it to the wayside, the reorganization of my personal project files into something less redundant and more searchable. Something occurred to me, today, as I made a huge leap forward in it.
Not too many years ago, when I worked a graveyard shift at a job I did not hate, I took to drawing on breaks and during lunch. It was only a few months that I did this during, and with materials that were on hand. Namely, cheap pens and the back of forms from the drawers on the wall in the break room.
Nearly 300 drawings were done this way, and I still like most of them.
The reason this is important is because the era I consider my most prolific, the years where I first started drawing, had a number similar to this, and that was over the course of several years (High School, specifically). Among those drawings, my first of any relevance, I see inspiration in many but like very few of them, though the creations wrought there endure in my work to this day. This second burst, though it saw less original creation than innovation of concepts already done, had never seemed as hearty as it turns out it apparently was. It gives me some great hope that I have a lot of creative juice yet to spend. I sort of feel it, but, it's like a headache that has yet to happen. It's just there on the edge while you wait for it to take effect.
I know that's not how you're supposed to look at the creative flow. Sometimes you've just got to force it to get it started, even if that work looks forced. If it gets the feeling going, it's worth it.
I've certainly been working on doing quality rather than quantity, but, there is that urge also to rework that which has already been done. It's tempting, but, I want to do new things too.
As usual, there are so many things I want to do it feels like I don't do any of them as I try to run in all directions at once.
Still, it's nice to stand on the trail and look back, and realize that the path behind has been a good one.
Now about that path ahead...
Not too many years ago, when I worked a graveyard shift at a job I did not hate, I took to drawing on breaks and during lunch. It was only a few months that I did this during, and with materials that were on hand. Namely, cheap pens and the back of forms from the drawers on the wall in the break room.
Nearly 300 drawings were done this way, and I still like most of them.
The reason this is important is because the era I consider my most prolific, the years where I first started drawing, had a number similar to this, and that was over the course of several years (High School, specifically). Among those drawings, my first of any relevance, I see inspiration in many but like very few of them, though the creations wrought there endure in my work to this day. This second burst, though it saw less original creation than innovation of concepts already done, had never seemed as hearty as it turns out it apparently was. It gives me some great hope that I have a lot of creative juice yet to spend. I sort of feel it, but, it's like a headache that has yet to happen. It's just there on the edge while you wait for it to take effect.
I know that's not how you're supposed to look at the creative flow. Sometimes you've just got to force it to get it started, even if that work looks forced. If it gets the feeling going, it's worth it.
I've certainly been working on doing quality rather than quantity, but, there is that urge also to rework that which has already been done. It's tempting, but, I want to do new things too.
As usual, there are so many things I want to do it feels like I don't do any of them as I try to run in all directions at once.
Still, it's nice to stand on the trail and look back, and realize that the path behind has been a good one.
Now about that path ahead...