What do you do when you have an abundance of artwork and you want to name each piece. I haven’t done any research on the topic and I don’t really plan to, but I am curious as to whether out of all the artist out there, do they name each piece of art they produce.
For me, when I’m done with one, a name just pops into my head right away. Other times I may have a string of artwork that is in line as a category. In that scenario, I may start with letters or a phrase and add numbers at the end. I’m not sure if that is a logical approach but it surely simplifies the need for naming an abundance of works on the table.
As an example, I have some designs that are incorporated using isometrics. So I had the idea to use the first four letters of isometric.
I’m sure someone will look at these and a name could possibly come to mind and that’s fine and dandy, but when I was working on these on a daily basis ISOM was so easy.
Now the following piece, when finished did have a name come to me.
Why that name? Abstract was the first thing that popped when I looked at it and then I thought, nah too obvious, it needs something else. Abstractivido, yes.
I have plans for more of this type of design and naming them will be an event all its own.
It seems in today’s world; it is a necessity to have gimmicks. With the technology of today at our disposal, it is so easy to create a new you or to showcase what is you. TikTok, YouTube and everything else in between gives us exposure we never had as an everyday individual in days past, dreaming of what it would be like. There is an unending list that fits into this one demographic: woodworking, painting, singing, acting, comedy and yes, even writing just to name a few.
Where does that leave those us that are low key. Blowing in the wind, grasping for a stronghold, anything that will end the twist and turns of a relentless phenomenon that has taken hold?
My answer? Stay true to you. As an example, I have tried on occasion to replicate art styles that I liked to see how my version would unfold. When I was writing poetry, almost all of my writings were rhymes. Hence, I didn’t consider myself a poet. And it turns out, during my adventures I found myself back to what is me. Isn’t that what is most important in the scheme of things? To be seen as who you are and not what or who you tried to be…not you? It’s ok to have similarities, but your style is unique and it’s you.
I’m not a young pup anymore. My drive has slowed but the flame hasn’t completely diminished.
If you are one to view these many wondrous works of art that we see every day, don’t stop. But try not to look through envious eyes, but gaze with admiration. To be envious is to be somewhat jealous. To admire, well that will open your mind to your own skills and ambitions and isn’t that what we need? Especially in today’s world.
I have been wanting to post for a few days now and I have talked myself out of it several times. No, this won’t be a boo hoo, sad sob post, but an acknowledgement. One that I have known for as long as I can remember. It’s in the title of the post.
As an example.
On some of my morning walks, I walk past a construction site. Right around Thanksgiving, I’m walking and look up and noticed pumpkins on top of a hill. The type of hill that is formed at a lot of sites as they move soil in preparation for the work, or soil that is hauled in.
Now, for one of the things I’m really bad at, not capturing the moment, I smiled and kept walking and for several days since. But as December rolled in, something must have dropped on my head because I took a couple photos.
It seems different now than when I first spotted them up there and could be why I’ve talked myself out of writing the post. But what I find more intriguing is the fact that either these construction workers put them up there or someone else did and they are still there.
In the end, it’s really nothing but pumpkins on a hill at a construction site. But at the same time, it really is…something.
Since my last post, I have been working on those four canvases that I had no agenda for at the moment. Of course all of that time was not spent on them. I had to get some ‘me’ time in there somewhere.
I play Animal Crossing New Horizons and for some time, like a lot of people, had not played for months. Then I find out a new update was on the way with some features that really sounded intriguing. So I decided to fire up the game, kill some cock roaches, pick weeds and get ready for the update. All while my villagers are telling me how much they missed me and how I must have ‘fallen off the edge of the earth‘ (not really, but they did give me a word or two about my absence and my snooties gave me mean looks).
One of the new features is having the option of villagers inside your home. I have found on a couple occasions, hard to get them out once they are in for the visit. Sometimes they will follow you from room to room and really make themselves comfy with book reading…in every room. I’m either ready to quit the game or finish up on some of my daily tasks, they seem to have no intention of leaving. I realize by now that continuing to talk to them in hopes they will say it’s been fun but time to go on their own, never comes. So I do this…
That was a few days ago and I had to do it again a couple days later with another villager.
The update is nice. It has made the game fun to play again. Maybe I’ll share more adventures ahead although I’m not good at staying on top of that. I play, not share…but we’ll see.
I currently have no idea what these will look like as a finished project. My main goal here is motivation. To get back to this or what other crafts, ideas or writings that will come across my mind. I’m constantly throwing ideas about something around inside my head, but I have a bad habit of mostly not jotting it down or better yet, pulling out my phone and taking notes or photos.
I’m one of those who thinks I won’t forget that idea…how wrong have I been over and over again (stubborn). I’m old school. When I grocery shop, I have a hand written paper list. Now I have upgraded to a list on my phone when I intend to do a larger than 5 item shop. That’s something, right?
Well, I will work on these and as soon as they are finished I will be sure to share.
OK, so the world must really be flat and I fell over the edge.
It’s been almost 3 years since I’ve written anything here. I’ve been a stranger on most of my social media apps as well. A lot has happened and I was witness to it all but decided not to address any of it in writing because I’ve been in a place…a space. Floating after my free fall from the edge of earth, again because it must be flat…at least it must have been three years ago.
But during this past year, I’ve done a lot of thinking, searching and a lot of nothing as well. I tried keeping busy in some way or another. I added a new platform to my Instagram account to focus on just my artwork and found a community of like minded souls that helped to fuel my ambitious, artistic appetite. They helped me to realize the importance of knowing that art is as different as people.
It is what you make it to be. It gives each of us an opportunity to “See Things For What They Can Be”.
I really want and need to get back to what I love. I know it won’t be easy. I’ll have to push me. Get mad at me. Motivate me.
At this moment, right now, I’m angry with myself and that’s a start.
Now if I can just hang on the edge long enough to muster the strength to throw my leg up, I can get the rest of me back on solid ground.
My first week back to work was more than I thought it would be in areas I hadn’t anticipated beginning with I thought I would get sleepy throughout the day. To my surprise I worked through with no problems pertaining to staying awake. I don’t know if it was the atomsphere of the workplace or just being more active. Whatever the reason….
Ok, so Monday I sit at my desk to clock in and start my day, only to find out I can’t. Apparently I wasn’t put back into the system until Monday which meant I wouldn’t be able work at my station until Tuesday. Fortunately there was a pc that would allow me get work done. I felt out of place without my bookmarks and shortcuts but I managed.
So I get through Monday and Tuesday I’m back at my familiar place. I was feeling more at home and felt as if I was getting things done. The one thing that was cumbersome for me the first few days was dealing with the pain. It was more than I thought it would be but as each day passed, the pain decreased. I believe getting back to work was the best thing that could have happened to me physically speaking. Right now I feel like I could do anything, although I know that’s not the case. Driving more I’m sure has something to do with it as well.
Now getting back to sleep for a moment. For some reason, I’m not sleeping through the night since going back to work. First couple of nights I was up at 3 a.m. to drain the fluid and I could not get back to sleep until it was close to the alarm going off at 5. The past few nights have been different but just as bad. I don’t know what this is about but I’m hoping it doesn’t last.
Overall I’m feeling good and should be riding my bike pretty soon. I’ll be glad when I’m able to start my workouts again, but will settle for riding my bike.
Each new day is a blessing to me and I’m not taking them for granted.