I have been seriously unhappy with my designs of late. It’s not that there’s anything hugely wrong with them – it’s more that they’re just kind of bleah (that’s a technical term).
So, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what the issue is. Did I offend the Muse when I leaked the news that she’s a drunken party slut who left her underwear in the Bahamas? Is it the weather? Is it that we are all given just a certain amount of creativity at birth and I have used up my allotted portion?
Despite all this wracking, I haven’t been able to come up with a solid answer – just sort of a pet theory.
I’m sure part of the problem is just my insane schedule and the demands of being a single, working mom who also just lost a parent less than six months ago. My house is a wreck, I’m tired all the time, I have no time for anything other than making sure the kid gets fed and clothed and to school on time and that I get to work on time.
Heck, I haven’t even been able to make time for a hair appointment since FEBRUARY! I’m finally getting my hair cut and colored on Saturday and I am BEYOND EXCITED.
You’d think I just won the lottery or something.
So let’s say that all that “life crap” (as I like to call it) is 50% of the problem.
My theory on the other 50% is that I’ve wandered outside my creative “comfort zone” and I don’t like it out here at all.
I know, I know. Artistic growth and experimentation is supposed to be good for you. That’s why I’ve been trying out different mediums (alcohol inks, ICE resin) and different materials (copper, brass, gunmetal, lucite, and clay just to name a few). I’ve tried to get away from being so symmetrical and matchy all the time and attempt some asymmetrical designs and play with colors I don’t usually go for.
But the results have been…well, mediocre is probably too nice a word.
Experimentation has resulted in things like this:
Whereas the comfort zone has produced things like this:
I just know everything about this design is right: the colors, the style, the components, the balance, etc.
I mean, there’s a REASON they call it “the comfort zone.”
And I’m going back to it. And I’m taking my blankie and my fluffy slippers and my hot chocolate with me.
Because I want to go back to enjoying the results of my work and feeling like I can be proud of them. I want to again experience that feeling that I get when a design just totally comes together and, I don’t know, it just..sings! There’s harmony. There’s a rightness to it.
Instead of a vague feeling of “well, that could have gone better.”
Now, I’m not saying I’ll do this forever, but maybe with as crazy as the rest of my life is, my brain is too overwhelmed to deal with all the experimental possibilities out there right now. I’m thinking maybe the poor Muse just needs things to be simplified right now.
Sometimes too many choices are worse than too few.