There’s more creativity when there’s less opportunity.
- April 19 2012 | - Read More →
There’s more creativity when there’s less opportunity.
Have you ever been walking down the same street you’ve walked down dozens of times, yet suddenly feel like your eyes have been opened and are seeing everything through a new set of eyes? Everything is beautiful. Not new - because you’ve seen that same black back sitting in the closed, abandoned bar for the past four months - but curious. Ambiguity is such a funny thing - behind every closed door is a story. Some are lonely, some are full of strife, others are full of genuine happiness. The walls of each room could tell a story if they could speak - instead, they remain silent bystanders, full of a history that the future occupant of such a room will never understand.
I have always been drawn to stories. I love getting lost for a few hours in another person’s life. It makes me feel relatable. The interpretation of a character - a complex, made-up human being, is an idea I’ve only begun to explore. What are their stories? I want to be a story-teller through pictures.
First of all - flammable, screen-printed paint?! The printmaker and pyro in me just made love.
Second, I love the transience of this. The idea of the process being the main event, not the finished piece itself. A process that intrigues the viewer and makes them feel as though they are part of the process simply by watching the event take place. That the process has an expiration, so to speak.
I am loving these recent paintings by Jackie Tileston. The use of raw canvas is quite appealing and adds to the juxtaposition between organic landscape imagery and bold pattern. She cites Chinese landscape motifs among her influences (also one of my favorite sources of inspiration), which I definitely relate, but the colors along with the detail of some of the shapes remind me of some sort of Willy Wonka-esque dream tour.





[The arts] are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
I love the idea of serendipitously finding tiny little pieces of life and art on random street corners. It’s kind of how I feel life is supposed to go.
It feels like being reunited with an old friend. One who knows you better than you know yourself. Knows your weaknesses, your strengths, and you seem to always learn something when you spend time together. About yourself, about the way things are. Never repetitive, but always contemplative. When you end your time together, it feels like you know that was where you were supposed to be at that time - the world stopped; nothing else mattered.
Drawing… it’s nice to see you again. I’ve been missing you a lot lately. Let’s do this all the time. And let’s keep it messy. Let’s invite painting next week. And, in a month or so, we’ll ask printmaking to come along too.
Time to get the party started. Time to get to work.
One from a series of type pieces I’m doing for work - all inspirational quotes about design. Love this one… helps me out every time I read it!!
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Can I get a HOLLAAA!
Because life is a stage, why not wear a costume?