After my last session with Jim two weeks ago, I was so encouraged, I continued working on the preliminary sketch, trying to flesh it out with color, adding a few of the images and the words so it would be ready for his collage once he completed it.
But Jim didn’t show up at our schedule meeting this week, even after I called to make sure he was going to make it and even after he said absolutely he was. And then he didn’t. (See previous post: Maybe He Just Isn’t That Into Me . . .)
In the past, when I’ve been ‘stood up’ by Jim, I’ve been so deflated, I’ve either just stayed there in the studio puttering around doing a lot of nothing, feeling sorry for myself; or I’ve taken photos of old work to remind myself that I am a successful artist and have been creative in the past; or I’ve organized the mess which sometimes but not often makes me feel better; or as a last resort, I’ve munched on stale energy bars waiting to see if that would get my creative engine revved up. Mostly, that never happens.
Yesterday, surprisingly, I spent only five minutes feeling like crap – feeling rejected once again. I went to that psychological place for only five minutes and then I just said to myself, “F--- it. I don’t need this guy to get this project going. I have enough to work with right here.”
And that’s exactly what I did. For three hours. Uninterrupted.
It was creative bliss.
Instead of waiting for Jim to make his collage, I took the images he would have used and put them in the preliminary sketch as I saw fit.
I don’t know if this will be the final configuration, but I’m beginning to like how it’s shaping up. To be honest, when I do my own 2D work, I rarely if ever do preliminary sketches. I take images I want to use and begin working right there on the good paper or canvas, creating as I go. But this project seems to need a first draft, so to speak.
What I did in the studio yesterday may not be anything like the final draft. But today, it feels like a good start.