John Green says that there's a certain way we talk about things we don't talk about. There's a deep-down, unconscious, unacknowledged, part of myself that knows what he means. That knows how exact it is. That knows how to practice it. That knows it's true.
Tried to think about this one from another angle, I'm not convinced it worked. I don't think I have enough creativity or artistic ability to last 31 straight days.
A Collageist's attempt at Inktober Day 21 - “Chains”
You ever have an artistic blind-spot? A creative blackout? You look at a piece of work and you know you had a thought. You know there was an idea. You know there’s an attempt at something here, you just don't know what the hell it is. Yeah, that's this. I suppose there's always tomorrow.
A Collageist's attempt at Inktober Day 20 - “Frost”
We take something simple. Something as common as words. As rudimentary as paper and pens. And we turn it into something else. A white rabbit that leads to deeper mystery. The hidden place inside a wardrobe. A doorway to a different world. The tollbooth to another land. A tesseract folding time and space. A yellow-brick road. Voila, like it's nothing...
As many of you are all too aware, (sorry not sorry) I’ve been trying my hand at Inktober. I thought I’d do a roundup of my work this first week. Offer some behind the scenes thoughts. And a director’s commentary on the pieces. Let me know what you think!
There was an idea for this one, a clear vision. And this isn't it. Instead, it's just comprised of the bits of every failed attempt to make it what it should have been…