I'm afraid of my Moleskine.
There, I said it. It really doesn't make any more sense on virtual paper than it does in my head. I've been trying to buy a Moleskine for myself for AGES now. I'll pick it up, carry it around the bookstore, and lay it down before I leave. I just can't validate my art enough to put it into a $14 book. Now, I'm stuck with a Sketchbook Project Moleskine that I have no idea what to do with.
I have this weird thing. Ok I have lots of weird things, but this is a relevant weird thing.
I feel a responsibility to inanimate objects. I started doing ATCs on my computer desk, on a tiny little corner
with very limited supplies. I had a few pencils, I few scavenged markers, some crayons, very old paint. Stuff like that. I was amazingly prolific in the beginning.
Then, my Mom and I went shopping and got me proper materials.
I got lots of papers, paints, special bits and bobs.
I've made maybe four ATCs in the past month. Now that I have tons of materials, I feel all of them watching me, expecting me to do something grand.
So. There's that.
I'm not sure Art and Fear, the end-all-be-all of artistic counseling, has anything to say about disappointing one's own sketchbook.
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