Posted on | September 18, 2009 | 2 Comments
“Don’t call it a comeback. I been here for years.” – Mama Said Knock You Out (LL Cool J)
It has been almost a month since the Tiburon Art Festival. And what do I have to show for it? Not much, unless you count the November half-marathon I signed up for and the additional days I went running or swimming instead of sitting down to paint. All that planning for the event sapped me of more creativity than I had realized was possible. The experience was definitely worth it, but I can’t remember the last time I went a month without painting. The more troubling part, though, has been my being stuck. I have had no idea of what to do next. I had started to worry my little artful fairy of creativity had packed her bags and left me for someone else. A very sad and scary thought. Fortunately, it turns out she was just being very tidy and extremely quiet. Imagine my relief when I noticed her rustling around this morning. I woke up with a few hazy colors that are continuing to take the shape of a painting in my imagination. I like this development very much.
So, stay tuned. I’m getting back to it. Probably this weekend.
And I’m also thinking big. Have you ever seen a 96″ tall canvas? The first time I did, I had to buy it because I have to tell you, the possibilities it holds seem endless. After I bought it, I managed to carry it the few very windy blocks (it acted as a sail–pure comedy, I’m sure, if you’re not the one carrying it) from the art store to my my office. But that’s as far as I got. I put it behind my door stopper and it occasionally tips over as if to remind me it’s STILL behind the door stopper. Everyone who notices it finds it captivating, too. (“Wowww, so cool … what are you going to DO with it?”) But it will not fit in my car. Marc and I will need to take it home together some weekend (this weekend?) on the muni. Surely it will fit on one of the train cars if it is not rush hour. I also need to measure to make sure I have the space to work on it. And then somewhere to hang it. Details, details.
Off to find the tape measure …