How I found this out was during the last few weeks, I have been staying with my sick mother; sending me back to my childhood studio. The space is an utter mess, as now it is storage, but yet I felt a calm ease that had been engrained in my hard drive. It was so freeing. Paint flew from my spirit.
I came home to many tragedies, so I went immediately to my studio to hash out the immense feelings, to find a barrier of paint struggle. I did work though it. Through which a new platform for investigation has been sparked making me look at the situation. I believe that the Ballard Road Art Studio is where I commercially paint for clients; the scale has been tipped that way for longer than 10 years. Thoughts of how the client wants it to be, how to make it about them, what they expect, staying in parameters and on and on. I’m not meaning that this is bad for the client application or getting paid. But it has caused my brain to be uptight about free paint expression on canvas, and being caught up in outcome. With this I can now understand how people get stuck in a rut.
I ask other artist to look at their spaces and how they produced in them. Could it be that some places offer more freedom for certain actions. Maybe it’s good to work away from the studio and mix it up from time to time. All I know is when I go back to my mom’s I’ll be bringing canvas and brushes every time.