So inadvertently my routine was thrown off, which in turn lead me to what seems to be a much greater good. Overall I didn’t get any work done physically, but mentally I accomplished a great deal…
Life is weird sometimes ,and when there are roadblocks, sometimes you need to take the street you’ve never been down before but have faith that it will get you where you need to go, or perhaps at least a new and interesting place. It may not always be where you expect it to. Just fasten your little seat beat and enjoy the ride.
The story goes like this….
I was planning on going to the art building tonight, to experiment with aquatint, as well as print some other things I’ve done. I was told I couldn’t go in by a lady police person, but that has become for the most part unimportant. The only thing that is important is that it ended up becoming a catalyst for thought. It made me come back to my room and check out my professor’s website.
His self imposed ban on what was apparently one of his favorite places; in Union Park to make himself a “tourist” again in a sense; to make him pay attention to other things, and the park itself really got me thinking. The art building really is my drug of choice. For some reason it provides a place I connect with, but many times I don’t really enjoy it to it’s fullest extent. I mean I obviously can’t really ban myself from it (and graduate). I haven’t really explored Greensboro either, but have sat comfortably around and just fallen into a routine when I don’t really go out and do things out of the norm. I’m so scared of failure and unfamiliarity that in many cases I have let it hold me back like cinder-blocks tied to my feet.
I read several articles on his site, viewed videos and other things, and something inside my head just snapped. I just got that hunger back to really do something and to stop let things hold me back that shouldn’t. I hope this feeling lasts. It’s been a while since I felt it. I am so color based in virtually all of my works, that etching will provide a good challenge. I am not a big black and white person at all, and I’m used to being overly maticulus with my drawings/paintings. It took me outside of my comfort zone a little, but I still had the plush-lazy-boy-of-comfortability in recliner mode, with the footrest up, and I need to shake things up a bit.
Can you tell I’m kind of fired up right now? It’s been a weird, yet very good day…
