The More You Make, The More You Make. So Make More.

The More You Make, The More You Make. So Make More.

I’ve noticed that if I leave the house without my good camera I probably won’t make any faces. Maybe one will scream at me until I snap a portrait but a reluctant one-off face rarely leads to another. Like a leaky water hose, some creativity dribbles out but it’s not intentional.

If I do take my camera then almost for sure I will make a face. I’ve intentionally turned the hose on so of course I am going to water a plant. And if I’ve made one face, I am very likely going to make another. And if I make two I will probably make four and the fourth one will really jazz up my day. At that point I am loose and playful. I am on the hunt, I am hooked up to a sprinkler dousing the whole yard in creativity.

Were you by chance looking for someone like me?

At the beginning of the pandemic, touching anything felt dangerous so sidewalk face making slowed down dramatically. At that point I was washing plastic wrapped bags of bread in the sink like dirty dishes to disinfect them from the amazon delivery. Boy was that tedious! With the feeling of an invisible threat everywhere all the time, it felt wrong to make faces so I did some with my feet, I only used plants and I went back to the archives.

Now I feel okay touching things again. I’m always wearing a mask. I have hand sanitizer and everything has been baking in the sun for hours. But all those months of reticence meant I wasn’t bothering to lug my camera around and hunt, hunt, hunt. So yeah, one would pop up here and there but was I making an effort? No. Did I feel enthusiasm? No. Was my practice thriving? No. It felt kind of far away and faded. It felt dry and dehyrated.

Recently I’ve brought my camera along and you know what, I’ve been regularly making four faces on every dog walk. The first is sort of should I or shouldn’t I? What the heck. Let’s do it. Then maybe the camera stays out, around my neck. The 2nd one is just happening. No need to question if it’s a good idea. The third is like oh hell yes. And the fourth is me wondering if I could arrange to do this all day.

As a matter of fact I was.

I can’t color correct them as fast as I make them. The last one I made is a new all time favorite. Creativity is a conduit, a pipe, a portal, a channel. You have to do things to keep the channel clear and open. Just like exercise keeps the cardiovascular system healthy, making more leads to making more. So if you want more, make something and make it soon.

Art is for Today

Art is for Today

When is a good time to make art? Right now. What is an acceptable outcome of making art? Fun. What if it’s not fun? Then it’s not your art. You are trying to make it be some way and not letting it reveal itself. And it’s self is you. Art is a fingerprint. Yours can not be like anyone else’s. The reason to do it is to know what you would make if only you let yourself make it.

I used to want to be “in” the art world so I did things like turn a bunch of art into photographic slides which necessitated formatting small Avery labels in Microsoft word with the appropriate art info. Do you think that got me in the art world? Mostly it got me shelves of non joy sparking detritus that have lived in an Ikea cupboard for decades.

I could say, okay, forget art, eat more chips, call more friends. Go camping! I don’t know. Finding things to pass the time isn’t difficult. But I don’t want to forget art. Is it okay to do art and not tell the art world? Yes!

For me the art world was a legitimate seeming way to justify a lot of present day activity. Like an imaginary rubber band that held all the art together.

Art is not a ticket to the art world. Art is not like a dollar where if there is one why not have a hundred. Art is not for hoarding. Art is not for spending. Art is not a product. Art is not a thing. Art is not for the future.

Art is for right now. Art is the most authentic way to be in a friendship with oneself. Art is an activity. Art is a date with the self. Art is a revelation.