I want to make an artwork
I may be yearning for something and need to express it. I could be reflecting and recapturing past memories. I may be grieving with loss. I may feel joyous and exuberant, overflowing with creative energy. Or I could just want to muck around and play with stuff.
I need solitude.
No phone. No radio.
In my own space with a closed door.
Removed from the reality.
I tune out of the real world into my deep self.
I look for my genuine self.
My truth at that moment.
I use my hands, while I unauthorize my mind.
I shuffle things around in the studio, look through old journals, rearrange things, fold things, and fossick through my collections of stuff.
Then comes an idea. Then another. I mull. Rearrange the thoughts.
Once I settle on the idea – the thinking has to change.
It becomes problem solving.
Then I search for a visual vehicle to express. A shape, an object, a composition, colours?