This piece I call Life of an artist: The Crisis Point. Why do I call it this? Because what my piece is trying to show is what every artist encounters eventually: that period where their minds are completely devoid of any artist ideas, but the desire to create is still there. So, in a fit of total and utter frustration and anger, she takes her tools and starts just putting them together. All in an effort to make something, anything to get that creativity out, even if it didn't turn into anything good. It is a physical, colorful hotmess, artistic embodiment of this Picasso quote: "Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction."
As I was creating this piece, just randomly gluing the pieces together to work in some kind of primary colored, semi-balanced proportionally, glue strung piece of very oddly shaped positive space, I had some doubts. But when I was done, it all seemed to harmonize with itself and me. I love the primary color scheme itself and I've always had it where if my clothes I wear or the artwork I make has that perfect balance of color, it changes my mood about everything and when that happens in my artwork, I feel very proud of my artwork.
Also, I am the artist that I wrote about above. I've been suffering from writer's block and my crearive well ran dry for a while and this piece has caused the creativity to flow again and replenished my soul in a way.
Also, I am the artist that I wrote about above. I've been suffering from writer's block and my crearive well ran dry for a while and this piece has caused the creativity to flow again and replenished my soul in a way.