One of the hardest and simultaneously most enjoyable tasks I have as an artist is to find inspiration. While I would probably be happy reworking the same three horses and a couple of wolves for an entire career, this is not what gets me out of bed in the morning. This month I have been working with severe limits, trying to improve withing the confines of one subject and a limited pallet. This is what it looks like:
It feels like a way to shelter myself from restlessness while I look for the next big idea. I have been following the big art events like Miami"s art fairs and meeting gloriously creative people that paint using their own body as the brush or the buildings of art alley as their canvas. I am asking myself questions about how art can make a difference in the world and how my art can join in...
This is a long way from little monochrome dancers. The ideas are stirring around half formed and every once in a while I wake up in the morning knowing that something is demanding entrance into the world through me. In the meantime the dancers are getting more consistent and telling their stories a little more clearly.
This is a long way from little monochrome dancers. The ideas are stirring around half formed and every once in a while I wake up in the morning knowing that something is demanding entrance into the world through me. In the meantime the dancers are getting more consistent and telling their stories a little more clearly.
