Mordus
June 30th, 2009, 02:19 PM
I am currently experiencing what I suppose must be the artistic equivalent of a nervous breakdown and stagnation of work.
Up until recently, I was strapped for ideas - yet the art was flowing fast and well, and I produced some of my favourite pieces, however unimaginative some may have been. (I just rehashed old reliable styles and projects). I was constantly scribbling and doing art, and was satisfied with my advances in art if nothing else. I even tried out some new techniques like inking watercolour drawings carefully for an Art Nouveau style.
Still, no new ideas. Then, a breakthrough. I have no idea what triggered it, but suddenly I had a surplus of ideas and concepts, yet then disaster struck.
I have an awful habit of becoming attached irrationally to particular pencils (my favourite medium is pencil on white A3), especially mechanical ones, which for some reason I love. I will pick a new pencil at random, get drawing and become obsessive about it. If I cant draw with my current pencil, I get moody and don't do any art, pencil or otherwise. Then, when it runs out, it is unceremoniously dumped into a bin, and I pick another and start again.
The reason is thus: while drawing with this pencil, it slowly begins to be worn down into a particular shape, which I find comfortable for drawing. Then I can kick into gear and get some new ideas down on paper. This golden period lasts about a week before the lead/pencil is broken/worn down/ lost etc.
Then I must start again with an unfamiliar pencil.
During this period of uninspired productivity, my pencil was in top condition. It finally gave up the ghost about a week or two ago (RIP lil buddy)
and I picked a new one. By the time I realized the lead was cracked and it was so difficult to draw with it (the constant switching of position in my hand meant it didn't wear down the way I desired it to.) I was already hooked on it, unable to switch to another pencil. It was a long drudging time of constant ideas with no art to match.
I finally pulled myself together and dumped it, snapping the lead into tiny bits to ensure I did no junky bin-fishing.
Then the horror dawned. There were no other mechanical pencils of the brand I love. I was marooned! Since, I have been unable to grab more (the local shop is out, more in on Tuesday a week from now!) and turned to rough pencils, practically charcoal sticks with their thickness and darkness (working pencils...) and they ruined me and some of best ideas. They creep to the cradle of my latest masterpiece and strangle it in its sleep, leaving just the cold body for me to poke helplessly.
I am beginning to lose it a bit actually - Even my paint work is suffering, because I cant draw properly. I gain no happiness from doing it, because the pencil work hiding beneath is an abomination in my eyes. Its affected me deeply, as my art and writing are a massive part of my life, almost dictating my mood. I feel depressed and gloomy, pessimistic. What makes it worse is the constant flashes of inspiration - elusive white rabbits I cant catch with these crude tools.
I suppose all I really ask of you is some reassurance and company. Maybe others have suffered as I do?...
What's worst are the dark moments where goat headed devils whisper black ideas in my ears. Sometimes I am convinced I can no longer draw...
HELP!
Up until recently, I was strapped for ideas - yet the art was flowing fast and well, and I produced some of my favourite pieces, however unimaginative some may have been. (I just rehashed old reliable styles and projects). I was constantly scribbling and doing art, and was satisfied with my advances in art if nothing else. I even tried out some new techniques like inking watercolour drawings carefully for an Art Nouveau style.
Still, no new ideas. Then, a breakthrough. I have no idea what triggered it, but suddenly I had a surplus of ideas and concepts, yet then disaster struck.
I have an awful habit of becoming attached irrationally to particular pencils (my favourite medium is pencil on white A3), especially mechanical ones, which for some reason I love. I will pick a new pencil at random, get drawing and become obsessive about it. If I cant draw with my current pencil, I get moody and don't do any art, pencil or otherwise. Then, when it runs out, it is unceremoniously dumped into a bin, and I pick another and start again.
The reason is thus: while drawing with this pencil, it slowly begins to be worn down into a particular shape, which I find comfortable for drawing. Then I can kick into gear and get some new ideas down on paper. This golden period lasts about a week before the lead/pencil is broken/worn down/ lost etc.
Then I must start again with an unfamiliar pencil.
During this period of uninspired productivity, my pencil was in top condition. It finally gave up the ghost about a week or two ago (RIP lil buddy)
and I picked a new one. By the time I realized the lead was cracked and it was so difficult to draw with it (the constant switching of position in my hand meant it didn't wear down the way I desired it to.) I was already hooked on it, unable to switch to another pencil. It was a long drudging time of constant ideas with no art to match.
I finally pulled myself together and dumped it, snapping the lead into tiny bits to ensure I did no junky bin-fishing.
Then the horror dawned. There were no other mechanical pencils of the brand I love. I was marooned! Since, I have been unable to grab more (the local shop is out, more in on Tuesday a week from now!) and turned to rough pencils, practically charcoal sticks with their thickness and darkness (working pencils...) and they ruined me and some of best ideas. They creep to the cradle of my latest masterpiece and strangle it in its sleep, leaving just the cold body for me to poke helplessly.
I am beginning to lose it a bit actually - Even my paint work is suffering, because I cant draw properly. I gain no happiness from doing it, because the pencil work hiding beneath is an abomination in my eyes. Its affected me deeply, as my art and writing are a massive part of my life, almost dictating my mood. I feel depressed and gloomy, pessimistic. What makes it worse is the constant flashes of inspiration - elusive white rabbits I cant catch with these crude tools.
I suppose all I really ask of you is some reassurance and company. Maybe others have suffered as I do?...
What's worst are the dark moments where goat headed devils whisper black ideas in my ears. Sometimes I am convinced I can no longer draw...
HELP!