Getting My Art On
Tuesday, February 14, 2012 at 3:01PM It's hard to avoid art when you live down the road from a gallery... and spend most days in it's cafe.
I'm taking an avid interest in print making since I attended a weekend course at NERAM with Basil Hall of BHE. He's a superstar teacher and print maker doing lots of work in Aboriginal communities and running courses in places like Greece.
It was my first experience of etching on tin and using acid baths, aqua tinting and a printing press.
Here are tin plates soaking in acid solution. Eating away the design to create an indent that the ink will fill.

I loved discovering this process!
However with my innate self-criticism and perfectionism which truly comes out when I'm learning a new thing... I was pretty grumpy as I created some 'art' and found myself quite disappointed with my weekend's work.
But I kept telling myself "I'm learning and the outcome isn't important". (ie shut up brain).
In the last few hours of the weekend I grabbed a fresh plate of tin and a needle and quickly scraped this picture on to it. It's based on a photo I took of myself sitting on a beach in Exmouth, WA.
Far better than the hours of work I'd done previously, so I have one thing I'm happy to share.
Still, I felt a bit sad after my course because I am actually disappointed by my level of skill. I realised that I've always felt mediocore with art despite considering myself an artist... to be perfectly honest!
I can do the occassion impressive thing but ultimately my work is far from the talent of artists I respect. And that's a frustrating thing, to know what is good art and be unable to create it.
But someone said to me "Isn't it a case of practicing?" And I said, "well, with a bunch of talent too!"
But then I thought that without the practice, how would you know if the talent wasn't laying in there, just a bit dormant, just a bit hidden by lack of skill?
This caused me to feel hope and a drive to really practice.
I grabbed a piece of lino in the afternoon sun yesterday and sketched a bunch of pencils and an old leaf.
Then I sliced out parts pretty swiftly, seizing the moment of inspiration. I painted it and squashed it on paper...
and today I took a sketch pad on a walk around Blue Hole, the incredible gorge that lies just ten minutes out of Armidale. I sketched what I saw when we stopped.

So I'm researching, collecting, looking, playing. I can stop criticising myself.
I can simply be pleased that I am practicing, regularly. Giving my talent a chance to be discovered. (TBC).
[current mood] Crunchie Bars & Falling Water
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