Art education, inspiration and encouragement for children and parents in Arlington, VA
So I was lost, like in a sink hole of "gunk" as my spiritual advisor likes to put it. In clay class my mantra was "why am I here, what am I doing, and who cares"? I talked with a very wise woman teacher person: Kathlyn Avila-Reyes about my funk.
"Oh yes, I have been through that too". She went on to explain that the way she approached art was different now. It used to be that it just flowed out of her and it was all exciting all the time. but now, like me she would make something, and she'd look at it and think "so what"? She shrugged her shoulders.
"it's coming back slowly now" Kat said, "but it's not the same. My advice is just keep working every day, it will return slowly". I know this is something that happens to just more than me and Kat because another artist woman I met and also said the very same thing.
Now this sculpture piece below is one result of sticking with it. When I finish with making a piece in handbuilding, there are usually scraps left over. I started to see animals in the scraps. My mother would notice animals and various things in bushes, or just in anything at all. We'd be sitting there at the dinner table out in a restaurant and she'd say "That's an interesting looking dog" and everyone would say "What are you looking at?" "See...it's right there, the eye is that brown thing and the ears are to the left". "Oh yeah", we'd all begin to get the picture .
So if you are like me, and Kat and other people of a certain age trying to make your art and wondering about where the juice went, just hang on. Keep working, even through the dry spell and you too will realize your art will find you making it and wondering about it and eventually someone will come along and say "Did you make this? It's really cool!"