I’ve got a bit lost in the admin of this course and blog because I had a Big Idea being grown. It meant I had to walk away from all thinking on the topic.
I have learnt this from the course. This incubation of which I’ve shared before is a critical part of my creative process and I have learnt not to feel afraid of it. There are always new ideas, new breakthroughs, new epiphanies. I am hooked on that gasp of breath when inspiration takes hold. I am hooked on the birth of unforced ideas. Don’t get me wrong the stage before this calm is hell. But I know recognise a pattern in my creative process. After the self doubt, the despair, the brink – comes abandonment. Just being back in the world of time and season.
However, this is not a giving up… I recognise that now, or a giving in. This is the slack tide. And then boy when the tide turns does it rush in or rush out!
Final piece formed. A week. no blogging (reading or writing). No input of visual food. No reading or research. Nothing. not one conscious thought on the course. Then last night after hacking through the garden and cutting the lawn and doing practical work the ideas poured out. I knew what to do and how to do it.
Get out the paper, the watercolour, the brushes, say what I need to feel with the splatters and an asemic bleed of a sentence. Listen to trance music loud. Get the hand and eye and pulse going.
Then, two layers, slicing with mathematical precision, re-piecing with the machine:
And the final piece emerges from beneath my hands.