Monday, 14 May 2007
The good girl
My art grows around me, yes, but at the moment it feels like I’m looking at a garden with lots of green plant-life but no indication which is weeds and which is going to be something good, something worth pursuing. I’ve got so much on the go, several projects started, several more in my head, so many ideas and so little energy. But it’s not only that, it’s also a pressure from within myself to get things right the first time, a need to perform and achieve and never fail; to waste nothing, not energy, not materials, not anything. That translates into a fear of making mistakes, of experimenting, of getting messy, and yet I know that it’s there that life happens and that art lives from mistakes, from accidents, from unexpected twists and turns while doing. And it’s also what I get drawn to in some of my art, something wild and untamed and excessive, versus contained and controlled and reglemented. Maybe my biggest mistake is trying to sort the weeds from the rest before it’s time and also to overlook their beauty and purpose in the greater scheme of things.