{"id":1696,"date":"2012-08-24T12:56:45","date_gmt":"2012-08-24T17:56:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorajost.org\/?p=1696"},"modified":"2012-08-28T12:51:32","modified_gmt":"2012-08-28T17:51:32","slug":"its-a-process-the-creative-process","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/?p=1696","title":{"rendered":"Beginnings"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>I wish I had a new art piece to post every day or even every week.\u00c2\u00a0 But making art is not an instant process. So instead of showing pictures of new work, in this blog I’ll tell you about my current work as it is unfolding right now in my studio.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Here is the start of a new piece: plywood. I just painted a sealer on it. Beginnings are hard, even just that much. I like to avoid beginnings. Instead I make lists, do errands, clean my studio, surf the web. But the drudgery and uncertainty I like to avoid in the beginning is no less a part of the creative process. So I begin. Choreographer Twyla Tharp writes, “If you’re at a dead end, take a deep breath, stamp your foot, and shout “Begin!”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I have a vision of what this piece will be in my mind, and I selected some green cloth from my trove to cover the wood. I envision this piece as a collage with a light green background, a\u00c2\u00a0landscape that is barren\u00c2\u00a0and shiny with textures made of cloth and gold thread. Small painted silhouettes of mule deer dot the scene, some hiding behind shrubs. The deer are painted\u00c2\u00a0and lacquered, black and white, positive and negative, present and absent.\u00c2\u00a0 I won’t be able to fully translate these ideas into a tangible form.\u00c2\u00a0 There is an airiness and movement to the piece in my mind that I’ll never achieve in a collage. I enjoy what my college design professor called this kind of beginning, this intention that would inevitably turn into something else:\u00c2\u00a0a point of departure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>While the image in my mind feels like the beginning of the piece, my mind started working on it long before I ever thought of making it.\u00c2\u00a0 So where did this idea — these appearing and disappearing mule deer — come from?\u00c2\u00a0 The deer came from Mesa Verde National Park, where my family and I camped for two days this summer.\u00c2\u00a0 We were excited to see deer off to the side of the camp road on our first day there.\u00c2\u00a0 Later we saw deer a couple of times more, clusters of three or six.\u00c2\u00a0 On our second day there I stayed at our campsite for most of the day.\u00c2\u00a0 I sat quietly and sketched.\u00c2\u00a0 A buck wandered through our tent’s back yard. He didn’t see me at first.\u00c2\u00a0 When he did, he froze.\u00c2\u00a0 And when I turned to leave, he left too.\u00c2\u00a0 Later I opened my mind and my peripheral vision to the whole scene, the whole campground, as I wandered through it towards the camp store looking for a cup of tea. I noticed that there were deer all over the grounds.\u00c2\u00a0 When I became aware of the whole, I felt the slow churning of the place; mule deer wandering everywhere, some in the open and others hiding, slow motion, looking, watching.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>A week later back in Lawrence I put a bit of that experience into my Sketchbook Project sketchbook<\/span><\/a><\/span>.\u00c2\u00a0 I remembered my family and the other campers at Mesa Verde watching the deer and\u00c2\u00a0photographing them, and the deer watching us back.\u00c2\u00a0Earlier this summer I also saw a deer<\/span> that struck me, a lone deer running through\u00c2\u00a0my Lawrence neighborhoo<\/span>d<\/a>, confused. I made a collage about that experience, too.\u00c2\u00a0 But unlike the deer in Lawrence, in Mesa Verde the campers\u00c2\u00a0 were in the deer’s neighborhood and not the other way around. Or that’s how it seemed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I have other pieces in the works in my studio that are at various stages of completion. One is a mosaic that lies on a table, ready to grout. I like taking pictures of my mosaics just after I’ve completed tiling them and just before grouting, with bits of broken dishes all around and my trusty red-handled tile nipper to the side.\u00c2\u00a0 It is a familiar scene and I like the way the shards fall, a chance arrangement like wind shaping sand dunes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>And there’s more.\u00c2\u00a0 Here’s another page from my Sketchbook Project sketchbook<\/span><\/a><\/span>. I have been pasting newspaper clippings into my book as the news unfolds, with stories that strike me as significant in some way.\u00c2\u00a0Along with the clippings, I\u00c2\u00a0am creating relationships\u00c2\u00a0between spreads by\u00c2\u00a0drawing\u00c2\u00a0pictures of a paper boat in each, from different angles and perspectives.\u00c2\u00a0Drawing over\u00c2\u00a0the news becomes a response to it. This two-page spread includes a clipping about the mass shooting that occurred in Colorado this summer.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I drew the boat at around midnight one night when I couldn’t sleep.\u00c2\u00a0 The shooting in Colorado was horrifying and senseless.\u00c2\u00a0 And yet to make sense of it I had to think about guns<\/em>. Why must we have them?\u00c2\u00a0 And so many? And yet so many think we must.\u00c2\u00a0 [A second horrific shooting occurred this summer in Wisconsin a couple of weeks later.]<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Here is another piece in progress.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0This is a\u00c2\u00a0background that I made to accompany my planned foreground, a wind chime caught in a violent gust.\u00c2\u00a0 And yet the background doesn’t seem quite right for the foreground, nor does\u00c2\u00a0my plan for how to make the chime seem right anymore.\u00c2\u00a0So I don’t know what I’ll do\u00c2\u00a0to make it right.\u00c2\u00a0 But I like the idea of it; a beautiful object transformed by the weather into something that is clanking like a warning bell. It accords with\u00c2\u00a0 themes I’m exploring for my upcoming exhibit<\/span><\/a><\/span> at Do’s Deluxe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>More projects: My sister-in-law mailed a set of broken dishes to me; toy dishes sent from a relative to her for my niece, which crashed to the floor in a freak accident.\u00c2\u00a0 Could I make a mosaic with them?\u00c2\u00a0 I have some ideas and sketchbook scribbles.\u00c2\u00a0 And what else? I’ll make an illustration for a book of limericks for my college alma mater come November, focus on mosaics come spring, and soon teach a class on “field sketching” at the Lawrence Arts Center if I get enough enrollment.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>What else? The mule deer piece is currently in idea form and I’ll soon start putting the pieces together to turn that idea into a collage.\u00c2\u00a0 But I also have a work in progress that is\u00c2\u00a0on the\u00c2\u00a0verge of\u00c2\u00a0being an idea, another scratchboard piece in a\u00c2\u00a0small series about our “better angels.”<\/span><\/a><\/span> I don’t know what the next piece will look like yet, but I have been visited by those angels in my sketchbook, so I suspect that a more\u00c2\u00a0tangible idea is\u00c2\u00a0soon to follow. But what comes before something is even almost<\/em> an idea?\u00c2\u00a0Maybe experiences?\u00c2\u00a0I have experiences in the hopper too from the summer, captured in photos\u00c2\u00a0and journal-writing.\u00c2\u00a0There had been fires at Mesa Verde, and I was struck by the other-worldliness of the burned\u00c2\u00a0landscape against the sky. All of the\u00c2\u00a0barren landscapes that we drove through this summer, in Arizona, Utah and Wyoming, were hauntingly beautiful.\u00c2\u00a0 We saw other fires too, active ones exacerbated by the\u00c2\u00a0drought, and the drought exacerbated by\u00c2\u00a0global warming.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>There was a little bird at Mesa Verde that made quite an impression. It hopped around looking for bugs, shuffling the leaves with such gusto that it made quite a racket.\u00c2\u00a0 At first I thought there was one bird doing this but I realized that it was a kind<\/em> of bird and there were many. But I never saw more than one at a time. The bird had a dark head and tail feathers, tan on its sides, a white belly and speckled back.\u00c2\u00a0 What was it — that earnest little bird?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Having new experiences, like seeing different \u00c2\u00a0birds\u00c2\u00a0or unfamiliar landscapes,\u00c2\u00a0makes creative work seem possible. Spending too much time in my studio makes me feel dull. And bored. And lonely. Getting out helps. But when travel isn’t possible (and it isn’t much of the time), I read. I just finished reading a book called Biggest Elvis<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/em>.\u00c2\u00a0 My brother recommended it. When I asked him what it was about he said, “It’s complicated.” The book is about three Elvis impersonators in the Philippines who work at a club where bar girls service<\/em> in every way imaginable, servicemen affiliated with a nearby US Naval base.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0I took Biggest Elvis<\/em> on vacation and it\u00c2\u00a0was\u00c2\u00a0good\u00c2\u00a0company because it provided images of beauty and desolation at the same time I was experiencing a similar contrast of\u00c2\u00a0beauty and desolation\u00c2\u00a0through the car window. The book raised moral questions about the characters it portrayed.\u00c2\u00a0 But in the end they were almost too complex to judge.\u00c2\u00a0 And that’s what struck me the most about this book. Biggest Elvis<\/em> was about US imperialism, too, but again the portrayals were not simplistic.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>I’m throwing Biggest Elvis<\/em> out there as an example of one of many small but notable experiences to draw on in my work.\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t know if I’ll ever draw on it in any kind of\u00c2\u00a0direct or meaningful way.\u00c2\u00a0 But as Corita Kent and Jan Steward put it in their book Learning by Heart<\/em>, “Everything\u00c2\u00a0 is a source.”<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a> \u00c2\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I wish I had a new art piece to post every day or even every week.\u00c2\u00a0 But making art is not an instant process. So instead of showing pictures of new work, in this blog I’ll tell you about my current work as it is unfolding right now in my studio.   Here is the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"spay_email":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[324,17,12,10,8],"tags":[270,263,310,137,184,113,114,325,308,326,180,330,327,112,61,97,312,120,328,329],"class_list":["post-1696","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative-process","category-mixed-media","category-mosaics","category-studio-tour","category-whats-new","tag-270","tag-arch","tag-better-angels","tag-bird","tag-cloth","tag-collage","tag-collages","tag-creative-process-2","tag-deer","tag-ideas","tag-journal","tag-landscape","tag-mesa-verde","tag-mixed-media-2","tag-mosaic","tag-mosaics-2","tag-paper-boat","tag-sketchbook","tag-sketchbook-project","tag-themes"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1696","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1696"}],"version-history":[{"count":142,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1696\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1716,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1696\/revisions\/1716"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1696"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1696"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lorajost.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1696"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}