As I flipped through one of the new magazines on the shelf this morning, I was struck by some of the art inside. What I saw was art without rules or limits - art without a concept of preciousness or perfection. The artists used what they had to create what they wanted.
It's completely the opposite of the way I normally work - I didn't do any measuring or think about the real relationships between elements. I placed wild watercolor crayon marks and quickly constructed a face around them. It's weird. It's lopsided. The eyes are too close together and misshapen. It's perfect.
The product may not be something I feel confident showing off, but I feel like I tapped into something important while I was creating it. I felt unbalanced and challenged without feeling hopeless and lost. I felt happy just to be there: doing the work.
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