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09/23/2006: "Lady in Waiting"
Nothing inspires me like watching another artist in the studio. I think what impressed me the most about Andy Warhol was his incredible work ethic. He worked non-stop. His advice to other artists was to constantly make art and not worry about if it’s any good or not, to let the critics decide.
My creative cycle is somewhat predictable and I can tell that I’m on the cusp of that moment…the moment just before the ideas and the images come. It’s exciting and a little scary, like a ball of fire in the pit of the stomach; like waiting for a lover’s phone call. I don’t feel like eating or sleeping; I can’t stay focused; I’m just pacing about waiting for it. ¡Darmelo!
I don’t know about other artists but I can’t just sit down and start working. I mean, I guess I can do isolated pieces that way. I can tell myself “you need to work today” and I can start a painting. But what I’m waiting for is the magic. I can think and read and intellectualize, but the joo joo comes from a place I can't tap into at will.
I’m also a little worried that a major creative spurt on the heels of my recent social reemergence could cause me to back-slide into isolation before my healthy new habits have a chance to take hold; I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take though.
”Happy are the painters, for they shall not be lonely. Light and colour, peace and hope, will keep them company to the end of the day." -- Winston Churchill.