I have been working on my project for awhile now and realize that it is not the direction I wanted to go at all. I took a chance to just go down to the hardware store and buy materials that are foreign to me. For once I didn't have a sketch...a well executed plan...a burst of inspiration. I just started to weave. To sew. To be undecided up till the very end. And when it all came together I despised it. I felt like it was a failure. But I loved the fact that I now know how I need to work as an artist. I realized that I can never be one of those people who just starts...who jumps into the unfamiliar and comes out smelling like roses. Structure...plans...sketches these are what is the difference between my failures and my successes.
September 21, 2008
Fail.
I have been working on my project for awhile now and realize that it is not the direction I wanted to go at all. I took a chance to just go down to the hardware store and buy materials that are foreign to me. For once I didn't have a sketch...a well executed plan...a burst of inspiration. I just started to weave. To sew. To be undecided up till the very end. And when it all came together I despised it. I felt like it was a failure. But I loved the fact that I now know how I need to work as an artist. I realized that I can never be one of those people who just starts...who jumps into the unfamiliar and comes out smelling like roses. Structure...plans...sketches these are what is the difference between my failures and my successes.
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Awh, here's the question though:
do we have to love our own art?
I was always taught you should...because it represents you. But then i suppose that a person doesn't like everything about themselves...so now I am confused.
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