“Wanna be startin’ somethin’, got ta be startin’ somethin’.”
Going out, looking at other art. (Not nearly enough.) Talking with other friends over beer, about art. (Not nearly enough.) Just sitting by myself at The Hop & Vine, reading the Willamette Week, enjoying a beer. (Not nearly enough.)
Stepping outside at dusk or on a fall day. It’s always Fall when I can really tell that we’re on a planet spinning around, wrapped in an atmosphere with huge water-vapor clusters floating in the sky, and stellar radiation sliding sideways through the gas.
But the basement is full of fur-balls, and cat vomit, and smelly kitty-litter boxes, and piles of junk, and bad fluorescent lights, and spiders, and laundry, and there’s a TV upstairs.
More often than not, it doesn’t get started. Gimme something to work for.
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get a camera or sketchpad outside and capture an image of the vapor clusters and stellar radiation working their magic!
ReplyDeleteThat smacks of effort!
ReplyDeletei know. i wore myself out too.
ReplyDeletei have one word for you, kurt: embrace. i see a whole series of vomit and fur-ball paintings.
ReplyDeleteThose would probably push my allergies over the edge, but I'll consider it!
ReplyDeletebeer? did someone say beer? hey don't we need another yur's adventure? at the very least to rescue kurt from the description of his basement???
ReplyDeleteHe (Luc Tymans) told Artnet that in his initial hours of work "until I get to the middle of the process-it's horrific. It's like I don't know what I'm doing but know how to do it, and it's very strange." Now, that-uncertain ends, confident means-is about as a good a general definition of creativity as I know.
ReplyDeletePeter Schjeldhahl, The New Yorker