I always come up with ideas at the most inopportune time. Today, I finally got the idea I've been waiting for for my book project while I was on my bike, heading down Bay St. I pulled onto a sidewalk to jot down the idea when I found I didn't have a pen or paper in my knapsack. I am one of those people that needs to write down everything, and I have cursed myself many a time for forgetting to bring a notebook and/or pen with me. And I always seem to get my big ideas when I'm out walking, biking, or at the gym. I think that the raised heart rate or blood flow gets me thinking better, but those are also the times when I usually don't have a pen or paper handy.
Anyway, onto my idea.
Since it's been a long, long time since I've done anything really autobiographical I've decided to do something about myself. The work I do is often highly personal and intimate, dealing with interpersonal or romantic relationships of between people, or just thoughts of one person - but it's always just made up.
I also want it to have something to do with the act of making art, or rather the process including the fictionalization of emotions (in my other work) and lack of inspiration/concept that are usually my downfall.
I plan on doing a small series, maybe about six, with each small book acting as a different piece of the "portrait" I'm creating of myself as an artist (and even coming to terms with using the word artist). Now that I've got a concept to match the aesthetics that are always the easiest part for me I'm ready to get started. Progress images and sketches soon to follow.
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