A couple of weeks ago I walked into the studio and realized there was no
room to work, no space, so I started to rip up most of the last couple of
months of work; and in that tearing and ripping saw beautiful edges to the
paper so started to lay down strips of paper, and then finally realized that I
was recreating a way of working from the 1990's so I put all that in the recycling
bin. My mantra being “Don’t repeat yourself”. And as I filled bag after bag of
paper I looked around and realized more had to go, the walls full of ideas not
yet realized, into the trash. I need space to work. The lovely thing about this
tearing away is how what I had been working on was clearer now, not bright, but
not just sensed.
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| Ripping and tearing...hard to put those beautiful edges in the trash. 2015 |
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| Torn paper, 2015 |
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| No space to work, studio, June 2015 |
What a brave decision. I admire how You're open to your creative process.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cynthia, I don't think bravery came into the decision making to get rid of the last few months work; a friend said it best yesterday "it is certainly a good thing (and as you said, necessary) to let go of the work if you feel it will not lead you to a productive place." I took quite a while to realize though.
Deletethe edges in the 90's are different to your edges now in 2015
ReplyDeleteYou could be right Mo Crow, everything else is, but I felt trapped, my feet in cement, and while my pride usually dictates that I rescue anything in the studio I've spent a long time with, it has been hugely pleasurable to have this clean out and it's prompted me to do more. Best part is how good the studio feels.
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