I’ve been missing for a while. Pulled in different directions and, truth be told, burnt out. The work felt redundant, tired, and well, like work. So I took a break. 4 months later, I am back in my studio full time. And its better. Somehow, the work is going deeper.
In a nutshell, I think that if art is like meditation (and I am assuming it is though I don’t meditate) then the first thing we do as artists is learn how to clear the clutter from our hearts and minds. Once the clutter is clear, we can focus, hone in, distill the essence of a particular experience and render it with conviction and precision. That’s where I was. I didn’t know how to go farther so I thought I had to switch media again, start from scratch and come at the ever present questions from a new direction.
Since my break, it feels different. Its as if the continued meditation, process, what have you, has progressed from clarity into mystery. A door has opened out of myself and the universe is waiting.
