Less than a month away from the show and I've been lucky enough to be spending my time fully dedicated to my practice.
There is an ebb and flow to feeling inspired and depleted. I have learned the process is full of various phases.
Terrified. Blank paper, mixing paints, and making choices for a vision not seen. Fuck it. Let the paint hit the white and then the colors take it from there. Freeing. I move the paint around on the paper, scraping and pushing the pigment around. I let my hands work faster than my mind. Colors are revealed from not fully mixed paint. Patience. I wait for it to dry and approach it with a new mindset once the colors are set. Tedious. I start with the pencil marks. They are small dashes. It takes me hours to make the forms. I've burned through lots of Netflix documentaries and shows making mark after mark. When my mind wants to explode or the side of my finger is burning from the grip I stop. Invigorating. Time for the big bold marks. Blocks of contrasting colors, long shakey lines and bulky chunks of charcoal. With these forms the art comes alive. I get excited and reinvigorated to start another.
And so the cycle continues.