Artist mojo

February 8, 2012

Day 37

“Oh no I’ve lost my Mojo?!” After a month off I felt quite rusty. I’m talking about being creative… perverts! If being creative was like riding a bike then I would have had many crashes and broken my arm over these past two weeks. I felt like I had lost all my momentum and I was running uphill or more like tumbling downhill. I stuck through it and kept on peddling and finally my brain switched into artist mode. I wonder what part of my brain turned off to compensate. Goodbye mathematics. I didn’t use you much anyways.

After 3 weeks of feeling stuck and betrayed by my own creativity I finally started to see the light in the form of inspiration. In my glass blowing class I was worried I was going to get stuck with an ugly glass tile that I couldn’t give away at a yard sale. Then last week my creative cataracts lifted and I had a vision for my work. This week I was able to replicate my vision.

Now I’m gonna do my best to not ruin my luck with preemptive praise. Plenty can still go wrong. I still have to mold my cast, pore the glass, and put it in the kiln. I’m not excited for the final product I’m excited for my creative process.

Today in print making I came to class with an idea in mind. This can be dangerous because my expectations are rarely met with premeditation. Its usually more of a spark that gets ignited on a whim. That doesn’t stop stubborn me. So after research and planning I had everything ready to start my project. As I got going I realized I made a mistake and was about to give up. This just isn’t working. I decided to just use my sketch as a rough draft and not a final which gave me freedom to change my print to work for me. Success. Once it was on paper it was better than I imagined. Now it’s not going to hang next to Warhol in a gallery, but it will hang up with the strings of determination elegantly in my mind.

Now that I have my art mojo back I’m dying to do everything creative. From finishing my third knit hat, cooking new gluten free food, and dressing like gaga in a Nazarene church (so lightly more modest) I want to explore this part of my brain that I split open.

Let the mojo flow. Ya baby ya.

queen in the castle

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