Some weeks my creative mojo is sorely lacking. There can be many contributing factors, of course, but there are short periods of time where whatever I put my hand to is mediocre at best. Last week was one such week. I do remember the many times I experience success with my art and I also value the calming, restorative, recharging effect of having worked on art even when the outcome isn’t what I would hope for. Nevertheless, last week was one of those weeks where nothing I did in terms of art was pulling together. The pieces never emerged from the ugly phase. They just got uglier.
The first piece was produced in response to a Life Book lesson taken by Jodi Ohl. It was all about adding typography to a colourful, layered background. Layering has long been one of my art nemeses so I knew it was going to be a challenge. Sometimes I rise to the challenge but not this time. The palette of bright colours I added worked with each other for maybe two layers and then they started to fight with each other and then they somehow lost their vibrancy and looked not so much like mud but like sludge. I tried to knock back areas by negative painting in thinned gesso and that only served to make everything look more dull and grey. In a last ditch effort, I added some Neocolor II inside the feather shapes, trying to obliterate the underlying layers. That pop of colour rescued the piece from going into the trash but I still found the whole piece to be unsatisfactory. Having used gritty gesso, I decided not to waste the nib of any pens on this piece and instead stamped out lines from the famous Emily Dickinson poem around the feather shapes. I was glad to see the back of this piece and move on to something else.
Alas, the thing I moved onto was a page in my art journal, a response to the Art Journal Adventure prompt for the week. The idea was to use curvy and round elements. I had not used my gelli plate for a while and the youngest kids were up for having a play with it too so I decided that that would be my tool and technique for this week’s page. I have not experimented much with printing directly into my art journal from the gelli plate so that was my personal challenge. I chose to push the journal down onto the plate. Perhaps things would have worked out better had I flopped the plate onto the paper instead but I doubt it. I cut out some circles and curvy arch shapes from shipping envelopes to use as masks in different layers. The first couple of layers looked pretty good but there was not enough interest for me to quit while I was ahead. I pushed on with a further layer and obliterated what had been a nice little area on the page. That was annoying but I pushed on hoping that subsequent layers would lead to some other interesting shapes and textures and contrasts emerging. Unfortunately, that was not what happened. I think I need more regular practice with gelli printing in order to develop some skill with it, some idea of how to achieve different looks rather than my haphazard, slapdash way of doing things. I got to the point where I was sick of the sight of the page so decided that was a good reason to stop. I finished it all off by gluing down some of the circle masks I had been using.
It was not a good week for art, therefore, but I am choosing to focus on the positive of the flaws and failings being learning opportunities. I have, as stated above, learned that I need to actually plan out what I am doing with the gelli plate rather than just shoving elements together and hoping for the best. The solution is more practice. I have a small gelli plate so perhaps I will keep that to hand and have a play with it more frequently to see if I can develop some sort of process that works for me. I have also learned that layering remains something that I struggle with and I should probably just conclude that it is not my thing and stick to techniques that do work for me. Investing time and energy into approaches that result in pleasing outcomes is ultimately going to be more fulfilling than trying to learn a technique that eludes me. It is OK for me to hone the skills I possess instead of chasing after the ones I don’t. My mojo will return.