I haven’t drawn anything in approximately a week. Not a doodle, sketch or jot. I did not have a single idea that said, “Draw Me.” During that time I mainly thought about the style and format that my drawings have taken over the past few years- small drawings completed in one sitting that tend to evoke block prints and stamps, walking the boundary between abstraction and realism. I wondered why I worked so small and limited myself to such a confined span of time. I know why I started making work that way, to break out of my rut of making extended, “precious,” “fine” art. It was a means of moving forward and rejuvenating my work and myself. But lately I am beginning to wonder if the strictures I have in place are a new rut or if the vein of creativity they open up is still vital.
I think every artist has similar moments of indecision after working in a specific style, a particular theme or with a set process. Continuing to progress as an artist requires self-examination and criticism. You have to be able, if not eager, to change everything about your work and process if the way you are working is no longer…working. I’m not sure I am there yet, but it is definitely time to open up and experiment.