I will admit to not always being an incredibly consistent person when it comes to doing things I enjoy. From years and years of playing soccer I have come to realize that the emotion that draws true consistency out of me is fear, not enjoyment, and that can lead to me allowing things that I actually really love to suddenly become challenging to wrap my mind around. So, it is not personally surprising to find myself struggling with making art that I feel comfortable with and proud of when that is the only thing being asked of me.
When I read the article about the 10 mistakes I could potentially be making as a fledging artist, I ticked the numbers off on my hand. Slowness of execution, lack of originality, and oversimplification are all crimes that I am guilty of. I overthink minor details of my assignments, have very little actual applicable skill in physical mediums, and give up mid-process on pieces that probably wouldn't be half bad if they could just finish themselves. I'm aware of it. The unfinished shark picture in my gallery is proof even if I wasn't.
I have a terrible time of creating anything close to a background in an actual drawing, let alone producing a drawing that is worthy of being redefined in anything other than Number 2 pencil. I struggle to think of new ideas out of nothing and usually end up returning to the same subject matter over and over again. But, ironically, I'm not all that bothered by this. I've come to the understanding that the motivator I require and hate the most is rising up just in time for me to hit the ground running: fear. I have to submit something to the AP graders, so the added pressure of that deadline closing in will probably force me to do something worthwhile. Multiple somethings, hopefully. And, who knows? Maybe working on conjunction with Gretta on our side project will bolster my creative reserves.
For the time being, I will work to fix the mistakes I have been making with my art directly, rather than consciously allowing them to happen out of the assumption that they are inevitable. The article suggested that I not take so long agonizing over the tiniest details of what I'm working on and to move with greater speed. It took me a full two weeks to finish Bloom Where You're Planted when I finished the sticker sheet in about four days. The disconnect between those two different working speeds needs to be leveled out. If I can reach a steady median, I should be able to be at least slightly more consistent, and that will hopefully make the entire process easier.
And, thus, my reflection.
When I read the article about the 10 mistakes I could potentially be making as a fledging artist, I ticked the numbers off on my hand. Slowness of execution, lack of originality, and oversimplification are all crimes that I am guilty of. I overthink minor details of my assignments, have very little actual applicable skill in physical mediums, and give up mid-process on pieces that probably wouldn't be half bad if they could just finish themselves. I'm aware of it. The unfinished shark picture in my gallery is proof even if I wasn't.
I have a terrible time of creating anything close to a background in an actual drawing, let alone producing a drawing that is worthy of being redefined in anything other than Number 2 pencil. I struggle to think of new ideas out of nothing and usually end up returning to the same subject matter over and over again. But, ironically, I'm not all that bothered by this. I've come to the understanding that the motivator I require and hate the most is rising up just in time for me to hit the ground running: fear. I have to submit something to the AP graders, so the added pressure of that deadline closing in will probably force me to do something worthwhile. Multiple somethings, hopefully. And, who knows? Maybe working on conjunction with Gretta on our side project will bolster my creative reserves.
For the time being, I will work to fix the mistakes I have been making with my art directly, rather than consciously allowing them to happen out of the assumption that they are inevitable. The article suggested that I not take so long agonizing over the tiniest details of what I'm working on and to move with greater speed. It took me a full two weeks to finish Bloom Where You're Planted when I finished the sticker sheet in about four days. The disconnect between those two different working speeds needs to be leveled out. If I can reach a steady median, I should be able to be at least slightly more consistent, and that will hopefully make the entire process easier.
And, thus, my reflection.
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