Twelve hours in my studio today. Trials and errors. Experiments and successes (but mostly the former). I’ve finally broken past the blockade that’s stopped my creative progress for the last month and a half: Humans. My show needs its human element to be more evident, that people won’t just breeze by what they assume to be a plethora of attractive mushroom drawings.
But more on that later. Today was focused on words.
Words. More text. Thoughts plainly written out as impetus for viewers to contemplate what it is they’re seeing. Words to draw in complexities not readily apparent through the visuals of the prints.
This quote, which I put on a series of boards, is from Aeschylus’ antediluvian play, Agamemnon:
We must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again, and we resist, but ripeness comes as well.
I thought it fitting, and I especially loved the choice of “ripeness” as descriptive of growth and development.
I found the most incredible metallic screen printing ink in a beautiful shimmery copper. It’s thick, and it prints an almost embossed layer on the surface of the waferboard, maintaining its sheen even when dry. I might spend the entirety of my next paycheck on a lifetime supply of this stuff. Might.
I have officially procrastinated on a written assignment for my class (which, incidentally, is in ten hours) for the entire day. It is officially time to get some actual work done.
Also, I’m uncomfortably obsessed with the entirety of Paul Simon’s Graceland album today. Can’t get enough of it.