I get a lot more traffic on my other blog, where I talk about everything that comes to my mind (and my grandchildren). Occasionally, I touch on creativity, but it is usually in the form of “look what I found at a garage sale today”, leaving the actual working of the find for this blog. This blog gets less traffic, but I post fewer things here, and I try to keep what I post here related directly to the act of creating something.
I am always surprised by the people who swing by my other blog and “like” random posts (inviting me, in turn, to come to their blog and “like” their posts). Most of these people have more followers than I do, so it cannot be that they need me to come like their blog or even to subscribe to them. Some of them are interesting: the photographer from Reno; the musician; and the genealogist (I ended up following his blog because he has great tips on searching). I kind of “get” why the photographer and the genealogist liked whatever post they liked (it related to their field), but the musician? I don’t write about music because I can’t sing, play an instrument, or write music.
The last few “likes” have been from people in the creative fields (the musician and the photographer, for instance, and some on-line group of creative souls who were obviously putting out bait to see if I would join. I didn’t). I’m not interested in joining. I’m just interested in doing what I love to do, and writing about it. What I love to do is create, to photograph, and to write about things. I love to write.
This line of thinking brought me around to “how do I think?””
I have no idea, really, how I think. I sometimes just “see” things. I pull the lint out of the dryer and I wonder: could you make something out of dryer lint? I try and I come up with something. I have an American Girls horse my youngest left behind and I looked at it one day and thought: “I love art cars. Can I make an art horse?” I am slowly making an art horse (it takes time, the objects I choose have to “work”).
Sometimes, I go for the cooky-cutter art. I find something at a garage sale or Goodwill, and I just *know* where it will take me. It needs to be repainted, repaired, jazzed up.
Case in point: the hummingbird wind chimes.
The obsidian acts as a “gong” for the pipes. The hummingbird is now a Rufous-sided Hummingbird, a bird native to where I live.
Another case in point: the collie.
This is just so wrong on so many levels. $3. I felt so sorry for this that I picked it up (along with several other items) at a recent yard sale. the woman who was selling it said, “Oh, you bought the collie!”
She also said, “You’re buying my project sticks”
She meant the four chair posts in the middle of the above photo, painted white. Apparently, she is the artist who painted the collie, and she had plans for the posts.
I have plans for the collie (more life-like plans), but I have no idea what I am going to do with the posts. I suspect it will involve treating them with outdoor paint, but beyond that – they sill sit in my studio until I think of something.
Last year I purchased two window frames. Last fall, I applied the first of many treatments of eco-friendly paint remover. This Saturday, they got their last treatment and then I followed up with the sander. They are ready to paint. I’m just not certain what I want to paint. Do I paint the glass as well as the frame? Do I treat them to hang outdoors? I have an idea for one, but not both.
The collie is going to be painted and resold at my next garage sale. I’m certain some collie lover will “need” it. I’ll make a small profit.
I have another project that is sitting on my table. It is a tea pot. I have a picture in my head of what I want to do with it, but the how-to and the exact picture are still fermenting in my brain. Sometimes, the inspiration comes when I am at work.
A side note on my work: I work in an accounting department. I crunch numbers all day. It is all logical, all left-brained, all outside my natural inclination (although I have a talent for basic math). My natural inclinations are right-brained. I think in pictures, stories, and colors. I doodle through staff and departmental meetings.
I had visions of oil painting, ink sketches, and water colours when I first started this blog – the sort of things I did when I was a teenager and a young adult – . I do not know how I morphed into a sloppy sculpture artist. I only know that oils don’t have that draw to them anymore. I still pull out the India ink and the water colours to do a sketch (especially when I am camping).
I feel like I have a long way to go and a lot of learning left in me. So many things to create. I also feel like I spend much of my creative time just thinking about how I want the thing to turn out, and very little time actually working on it (except for the cookie cutter projects, which seem to take no time at all).
I wish I knew how other artists approach the difficulty of inspiration, creativity, and actual implementation. I would especially like to know how other artists juggle the 9-5 + long commute and creativity