Thinking through the whole range of posts I’ve written, I’ve actually done nothing much to publicise how often I write here. I don’t think I want to, but I want this to be a reserved slot for people to chance upon if they dig enough. Or if they just click on one of the three links on my site.
I like to find hidden things on sites, and I guess I always want this to be here. So that someone can find it on their own, and maybe spend the afternoon, or night, reading all the nonsense my head digs up.
I’ve been considering my artistic process for some time.
I don’t think I have a specific method, but I know the medium of watercolors is because I am so impatient. I also know I love using bigger pieces of paper and thicker points, like with the chinagraph, or with a dried permanent marker. Both of them give me the textures and styles I enjoy the most.
Sometimes I look at my work and I wonder how I came to it. I don’t know what possessed me at those times to make it, but the work is done. It’s complete, and it looks great, all things considered. At that time, I might not have liked it at all. In fact, I would have probably tossed it away. But I tell myself not to, and years later, I think the work is pretty darn good.
Perhaps this process of hating the work is part of my process. And thus my use of sketchbooks so that my works don’t go missing.
Some of the works I’ve drawn and painted are lost in the woods of my bookshelves. I probably should get a few more art folders, but they’re expensive, and I ought to frame or stick a few more up.
Other works are lost in my sketchbooks, and I would enjoy going through the sketchbooks, but I am also quite ashamed of them. But maybe I should go through with them now, with this insight of enjoying my work after it’s done.
After I’ve had some breathing space away from them.
After all, what else do I have to show?
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