I received a notice in my News feed that exactly five years ago today, I posted that the Still Standing Installation won an award in the Wellsville Art Association Seven Counties Art Show. Interestingly enough, that newsy reminder made me remember that I forgot to go to the Seven Counties Art show opening tonight.
Instead of attending, I was still stuck in Wednesday-ville and drawing sketches for an Arachnoiditis Survivor portrait.
The interesting thing (to me anyway) about this "News" was that it seemed to emphasize the creative cycles of which I am becoming increasingly aware. There is, without a doubt, an internal rhythm which determines what kind of work I make, when I make it, and HOW long it takes me to give it a voice. While it is occurring; I am never surprised that the winter works just seem to bubble and stew until eventually they release a savory, soothing, acceptable flavor. The winter projects are bulkier and more insulated than the breezy and light pieces that burst forward in spring and summer. The part that I find surprising in this moment is that I hadn't really picked up on this annual pattern in my art-making timeline until today.
Looking at it now, it feels like it was a desperate grasp for what I remembered of living things without an actual frame of reference.
The second painting was made last April. Still a rebellion against cabin fever, it is bursting with the promise of blooms near- at- hand. Easier to imagine than they were a few months earlier, the heavy cloak was lifting.
The "cray-cray" painting I am working on right now revisits this theme. Tension is mounting. New ideas,energy, and spirit tangled in the dark grasp of winter are ready for the light.
Back here again tomorrow.