The past few weeks have been artistically frustrating. Sometimes I feel as though every idea is junk and it will never come back to me. It is not as though I can't draw. I can still render what is in front of me. Rather it has more to do with being able to draw what doesn't exist.
The entire feeling can be extremely frustrating because I depend on my imagination so heavily. Drawing helped me survive some very difficult times and being unable to is akin to loosing the ability to drive. Almost like a particular freedom has been revoked. But in this case it is not like I had my license confiscated. It is more like not being able to remember where the brake and accelerator are.
My strategies for dealing with this start with changing my media. Sometimes getting out the colored pencils or watercolors can help jar loose the block. Also when the imagination is tired I simply draw something different or whatever is in front of me. Sometimes I browse through my photo collection or browse books with lots of imagery. And in extreme cases I get up and do something else. Those are the times when nothing but agood night sleep will help.
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