I get up most mornings at 4:30 am with one goal in mind– to create. Sometimes it means writing for two straight hours. Other times, it means working on a new collage.
I recently purchased a few new small sketch books, which will serve as visual journals, and have begun building up a new arsenal of supplies– paint, oil crayons, found objects, and the magical black and white photocopy. I don’t have much, but I’m going to be resourceful and start with what I have. This forces me to consider even my son’s crayons to be a viable medium.
Back in my college days, when I was obsessed with collage, my daily routine became looking for found objects, and figuring out how to create a visual representation of my day with them. My signature style became taking my original photos and creating high-contrast black and white photocopies that I integrate into my work, because some very interesting surprises would result.
The best way to describe the need to create is like giving birth. It’s a need to release something each morning and sometimes it hurts when the right expression does not formalize on the page. This act of dumping from my brain onto a page is a desire that I crave each day before lacing up my sneakers for a morning run. If I miss the mark on this each day, I tend to feel like there’s unfinished business and waiting until later is not an option.
Grasping for perfection in an imperfect world.
I’m a strict organizer, and someone who wants to structure every piece of my life. This can also be an obstacle to just jumping in and being spontaneous because it was not “scheduled in.” My flaw in this respect is that I desperately crave structure and organization, with the end goal of finding the magic bullet that presents the the “ah-ha” moment when I will exclaim: “I figured it all out!”Absurd, I know, but in those little crevices of my mind, this is the crazy monkey brain talk.
So today, I’ll focus on starting where I am, with what I’ve got. I may not get it all dumped onto the page, but maybe some tiny miracles will occur.
I think it’s time to lace up.