Thanks for sharing. Fascinating experience and a nice read over my afternoon break.
I try not to delete work not up to scratch, it rests in ever larger folders. Same with my old note books on shelves. I don’t want to bin them. I also can never bring myself to revisit them.
There’s always a hope that revisiting them with distance will make them something they couldn’t be the first time.
Those moments, as difficult as they may be, hold honesty that add so much to the depth of your narrative. Genuine and sincere. Love the outcome, Yasumi :)
Thanks for this honesty. I have felt similarly many times and have also crumpled, torn, stabbed, and generally obliterated artwork that just “felt wrong” to me. The urge is destroy the art so as to not in the moment destroy something inside — so that often happens regardless with a mind primed for self doubt and shame.
In some cases I have kept the shards of destroyed art and they make it back into something else which does seem healthier but that is also dependent on how frustrated I was at the time — not much survives other than paper that could be recycled some of the time.
Thanks for sharing. Fascinating experience and a nice read over my afternoon break.
I try not to delete work not up to scratch, it rests in ever larger folders. Same with my old note books on shelves. I don’t want to bin them. I also can never bring myself to revisit them.
There’s always a hope that revisiting them with distance will make them something they couldn’t be the first time.
Those moments, as difficult as they may be, hold honesty that add so much to the depth of your narrative. Genuine and sincere. Love the outcome, Yasumi :)
Girl! I have deeply loved this piece since I first laid eyes on it and now that I know the story behind it, well I’m even more moved. Thank you ♥️💙♥️
Thanks for this honesty. I have felt similarly many times and have also crumpled, torn, stabbed, and generally obliterated artwork that just “felt wrong” to me. The urge is destroy the art so as to not in the moment destroy something inside — so that often happens regardless with a mind primed for self doubt and shame.
In some cases I have kept the shards of destroyed art and they make it back into something else which does seem healthier but that is also dependent on how frustrated I was at the time — not much survives other than paper that could be recycled some of the time.
I felt this.
I think "Constant Distraction of a Restless Mind. Collage on wood panel (59x 84cm)" is REAL beautiful.